AN: *INSERT I OWN NOTHING HERE*
Location: Still the Beast's Castle (Six's POV)
Time: 00:45
Few hours after attending Belle to her room, Me and Graham walked back to where the rest of the current gang is. Pyrrha's first reaction to Joshua was expected as she nearly tried to fight her whilst I picked up my conversation with Mr. House.
"So let me get this straight, Courier" The Pre-War Tycoon started. "While being ambushed by a group of Legion assassins, a stray bullet collided with your 'Transportalponder' and sent you to a fairy tale land with talking house objects?"
"That's the basic version of it, but yeah" I replied
"Courier, you really need to bring more New Vegas luck while out in the Mojave. I can't risk having one of my top ambassadors dead in a Freeside Dumpster." He finished, with a bit of sarcasm in that last sentence.
"Do you have any plans on how to send me and my crew back?" I asked
"Unless I have full access to the Big MT, No. For now Courier you lot are stuck there.." House answered. "Though I have to ask, how do you know this world so well anyway? From what Raul and Graham told me, it's like they think you're actually from this other dimension of Fairytale nonsense."
I nearly froze in fright after hearing House's question, before I could reply I saw Lumiere and Cogs running towards our hangout spot.
"Oh thank heavens you lot are still here!" Cogs painted, sounding like he's in a rush.
"You okay there chico del reloj?" Raul asked.
"I'll take over." Lumiere stepped in. "It iz Belle! She ran off in the storm from zhe Master!"
Shit.
"Say no more, I'm going after her." I answered sharply. "Graham, Raul with me. Pyrrha, ED-E stay here and prepare a fire with medical equipment in the drawing room." I finished as we rushed to our tasks.
Location: ????? (Third Person Snippet)
While the three Mojave residents were rushing to the rescue, a new arrival was groaning from pain.
He was cladded in white armor with a strange skull symbol on both sides of his arms. In his hands was a very Futuristic rifle, more so than anything seen so far in the fic. The most disturbing part of this man though, was he didn't have a face. Only a singular, Red lens.
The alien growled for a few minutes before finally kicking to his senses. "Ugh... I feel like shit… Wait. Where the fuck am I? This isn't the Arctic…" He paused, reaching his left hands to the side of his helmet.
"Wilson, do you read me? This is 3650, requesting any backup." No one answered. "Wilson, I am in an unknown forest without backup. Are you there!?" He paused, again no response. "Well shi-" Before he could continue he heard what sounded like… Wolves and a Horse?
"Might as well investigate that since Wilson's being a bitch." The elite said as he ran towards the source of the noise only to be greeted by something else.
Location: The Castle's Forests. (Back to Six's POV):
We've been running for about a few minutes trying to locate her when we were halted by a very robotic voice. More-so than Billy.
"Halt. This is.. Fuck. Nevermind, The Combine already tried killing me anyways…" We turned around to see this one eyed armored soldier holding what looked like a.. Pulse Rifle?
"What in Zion's name are you?" Joshua asked, breaking the temporary silence.
"Long story. Just call me, Bad Cop. Or if you're a number fetishist. 3650" He replied.
"I see.. Do you know whe-" before I could continue I heard Belle in the distance. She's close by.
"Shit. We don't have time for questions. Want to hunt some wolves with us, BC?" I joked
"First off, It's Bad COP. But sure. Got any good music?" Our new "Ally?" asked. I simply just smirked.
I opened up my pip-boy, grabbed the song I needed, and Equipped my Brush-Gun. Time to give these furry-fuckers the New Vegas welcome. "Y'all ready?" I asked, Loading fresh .45-70 rounds into the rifle.. The three nodded.
Quick Third Person Change to Belle:
Belle was not having a good time at all. She's cold, surrounded by wolves, and her only weapon was a stick until it was thrown aside by one of them.
Feeling the end was near she closed her eyes ready for the worse when something else caught her ears..
For starters, She felt Adam was right behind her screaming terror into a wolf, but before even he could pounce at them, a gunshot rang through the forest striking a wolf, dead. Both tuned at the source of the sound... OST Begin - Ragtime Cowboy Joe. 1:45/2:27
Sudden return to Six's POV:
"HE ALWAYS SINGS!~"
"SIX!?" Belle yelled as she saw him gun down two more. Adam said nothing as he too started pouncing at the wolves.
"Raggedy music to the cattle as he swings~"
It was nothing short of beautiful. Me, Joshua, Raul, this Super-Soldier, were gunning predators left right and center like it's an all you can Kill buffet in a Legion Camp.
"Back n' forward in a saddle on a horse!~, That is syncopated, gaited~"
Opened vats and saw one of them trying to claw at Adam, I picked the target and 'slam fired' my brush gun onto the fucker.
"There is such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater~"
On my right BC was.. Enjoy himself in this? "YOU YEE'D YOUR LAST HAWW, DOG FUCKERS." As he pulled out an.. "IS THAT AN MP7 WITH A GRENADE LAUNCHER!?" I shouted.
"How they run, oh when they hear the fella's gun~, Because the Western folks all know~"
"Never owned one, Six?" He asked, mowing five more in his direction.
"He's a highfalutin, rootin', tootin' son of a gun from Arizona~"
"Nope." I replied, shoving one away from my armor and executing it with Blood-Nap. "Never could get one in my World anyways after the European Commonwealth fell…" I finished
"Ragtime Cowboy, Talk about'cha cowboy~"
I saw one rushing behind him, but Graham shot it dead with his 1911.. "Thanks brother!"
"RAGTIME COWBOY JOE!~"
"Never say that again, Six" He sneered back as the song I played ended. Raul holstered his revolver as he saw the last one run away.
End OST
"Well, that's the last of them… Anyone got hurt?"
"No/Nah/Nope/Oui" I turned to see Belle trying to cover a red spot covering her leg.
"I'll help with that." I replied, pulling out a stim.
"Nono I'm totally fiie-oh putain!" She screamed "What was that.. For?" She stopped and looked down to see the scar on her leg heal in full time."
"How.. OH MERDE, ADAM!" I turned to see her running towards him passed out on the snow.
"Six I may sound crazy but… Are we in?"
"Yep." I answered.
"Never thought I'd live the day to be in The Disney Universe..." He paused then sighed. "Wish my little kid was here to see this..."
"Ya had a kid?" I asked, noticing his change in tone.
"It's... A really long story.." He paused and then explained how in the hell this waking tank-of-a cyclops managed to wind up in a forest.
After helping Adam to the castle, Pyrrha and Ed-E were there at the door with fresh blankets for the two future lovebirds.
"Oh hello Is.. WHAT THE HELL? ADAM WHAT IN BEACON HAPPENED TO YOU!? AND WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT NEXT TO YOU, SIX!?" She exclaimed as Her, Ed-E got into a combat pose while most of the servants hid behind the two.
"Jeesh. I'm just a Combine Elite is all.. Call be 3650 or Bad Cop. Met Six here in the woods."
"Erm.. Okay?" Pyrrha Replied, "But do-" Before she could reply, Adam started to yell.
"FUUUCKIN' HELL THAT'D HURT!""
"IF YOU'D HOLD STILL IT WOULDN'T HURT AS MUCH!" Belle Screamed back. While I'm trying hard not to laugh.
"WELL IF YOU HAVEN'T RUN AWAY TOOTS, THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED."
"WELL IF YOU HADN'TVE FRIGHTEN ME I WOULDN'T HAVE RUN AWAY!"
As the two were arguing, 3650 whispered something in my ear. "Oh my god, yes. Do it" I whispered back as I watched him snuck up behind Adam and Belle.
"WELL YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE IN THE WEST WING!"
"WELL YOU SHOULD LEARN TO CONTROL YOUR TEMPER"
"HEY LOVE BIRDS! YOU TWO SHOULD KISS ALREADY." 3650 Interrupted.
"WE'RE NOT KISSING YET/WE'RE NOT KISSING YET." Both yelled back
What followed next was a minute cycle of Me, Graham, and Raul laughing uncontrollably at 3650's comment while Pyrrha and the servants eye browed us. Swore to god I saw belle blush red.
"Oh my god you do don't you?" I teased, after finally calming down.
"F- FERME-LA MERDE, SIX" She snapped, blushing more... "These next few days are gonna be interesting"
Location: Pitcairn Yard Engine-Ready Tracks (Third Person POV)
Time: approx 18:45
Back in Pitcairn, Fred, Jim, and Williamson were checking their watches before heading out on VL-2 to Altoona.
"Well.. 'Least we got an M1 'stead of a Hippo" Jim said as he set his gear on the footplate of M1a 6710.
"Fire alright Jim?" Fred asked
"Yep!"
"Everyone's watches set?" He asked, climbing down from the fireman's side of the 4-8-2.
"Uh Huh/Yea Sure/Positi-"
Williamson's comment was interrupted when the new cleaner walked into him with a sad look on his face.
"OW. JESUS KID YOU LOST YER DAME OR SOMETHIN? HAUL YOUR ASS BACK TO REALITY!" William yelled.
"OKAY OKAY! SORRY. GODS ITS LI-"
"Uh… Jane?"
"It's Jaune." The cleaner replied.
"Well Jaune... First off, there's only one god. Second off, don't take the lord's name in vain." He sneered.
"Damn Willy, never knew you're that cold." Fred joked, only to get lightly slapped by his glove.
Jim laughed, "Alright, that's enough you two stooges." he said "We gotta get moving. Jaune, if we ever meet up again, I can help on what's been troubling ya.."
"Y- You will!?" Jaune asked. "Than-" before he can finish he is hit with a cloud of steam as Jim and his crew pull 6710 out towards their train.
Before the camera fades, Fred's voice is heard one more time.
"Hey, didya three hear that Chernabog is dead?" He asked Jim who replied an inaudible answer as the screen finally turned to black.
AN: This is the last one for the year before I take a break and hightail it home.
Been going through some blocks on what to add in next but I'll slowly but surely think of what comes next and how it'll end.
Few things.
Remember how I said other games will be crossed over? I was not joking. Because the first one to join this shit storm is none other than Bad Cop from the Half Life 2 Mod Entropy-Zero 2.
I fucking loved his personality and character so mixing it in with a gun-toting manacle loonie like Courier Six was a friendship waiting to happen.
If he acts a bit… OOC. It's because there's no Combine intervention happening in this fic.
As kino that'll be, it'll cause way too much chaos for me to write in. Also considering I'm taking the good ending for EZ:2 into play here.
If you've seen the Chernabog line and the AN, then you already know who murdered him. (Cultists fear the pitchfork gunslinger. The bad man is on its way with a little surprise.)
Jaune also exists now too. Yeah remember how I said in the 2nd Chapter on how they made him an emo that loses more hope each passing season? Well let's just say that I have plans for the two to reunite.
No, there won't be makeup smut you sick bastards. Graham will hunt each of you down if you even ask for such degeneracy.
If ANYONE gets confused on the railroad terms I used, I'll provide little descriptions for all. From five onwards. Here's the first batch.
Hippo - Nickname for a fleet of drag-hauling 2-10-0s with air takes that people joke their tits and very rough ride quality,
M1a/"6710"- A normal M1 (designation for the road's 4-8-2s) but with a Worthington, higher boiler pressure and two air-compressors.
VL-2 - timed fast freight from St. Louis to Harrisburg.
C.T 1000 - Employee guide to every main/branch line siding along the whole Pennsylvania Railroad System.
Cabin Car - Nickname from the Pennsylvania Railroad for cabooses.
Next chapter will come when I'm ready to work on this again. Have a good 'un..
