Greetings. This is my first ever attempt at writing fanfiction. I was inspired mostly by Return to Sender by PoeticPillock, an absolute gem of a fanfic which I recommend to any Fallout fan. I've decided to write something similar, but not quite the same, with a different kind of Courier from one of my (admittedly modded) playthroughs. I hope that this fanfiction will be an enjoyable enough experience for the readers.

Obvious disclaimer: I do not own Fallout or Overwatch. All rights go to their respective owners, and so on and so forth.

Another disclaimer: English is not my first, second, or even the third language. As much as I'd love to avoid them, there might be grammatical mistakes.

18-Karat Run of Good Luck

Cottonwood Overlook, Mojave Wasteland, October 23, 2282

It was yet another hot and arid day in the irradiated remains of the Mojave Wasteland. While it was somewhat quiet, it was far from peaceful, as a lone figure was slowly approaching Cottonwood Cove, once a small resort in the state of Nevada, and now one of the last remaining camps of the Caesar's Legion in the Wasteland. He was in a large, bulky piece of dark gray power armor, and a beetle-like helmet with yellow lenses over his eyes, gifted to him by the Enclave Remnants. The path he took lead to one of the hills near the camp, Cottonwood Overlook, offering unobstructed view of the camp below. While it seemed like it was nowhere near as crawling with Legionaries as it was before the Legion lost at Hoover Dam, there was still a fair amount of them visible in the distance.

This figure was Thomas "Tom" Kryzanowski, better known in the Wasteland as the Courier, or Courier Six. The man who changed the shape of the Mojave Wasteland forever.

'Maybe I should've brought Boone for this. He would've loved this shit.' the Courier thought as he looked at the camp from above. 'Clearing out this dump should drive the Legion out of the Mojave for good.'

As he was about to start descending from the cliff, he noticed somewhat interesting nearby. Namely, an old pre-War truck, just barely hanging onto the side of the cliff. What was curious about it was that it gave off significant amounts of radiation, picked up by the Courier's Pip-Boy. Approaching the truck, the rads counter increased significantly. Slightly opening up the back door of the truck, he looked inside to see barrels full of what he assumed was radioactive waste.

'This could be useful.' he thought, closing the door and beginning his descent towards the camp below, readying his signature battle rifle, an old, clip-fed M1 Garand with an inscription carved into the side of its frame, stating 'Well This Machine Kills Commies'.

Once he descended, the man in the power armor was quickly spotted by one of the Legionaries, who was about to alert the entire camp to Kryzanowski's presence. The Courier swiftly responded with a .308 bullet to his head, the gunshot ending his life in an instant and echoing throughout the camp. This prompted more and more of Caesar's 'finest' to rush at the Courier, some firing guns at him to no avail as the bullets just bounced off the armor, while others tried to rush him with machetes. The latter found out what a terrible idea it was once the Courier backhanded one such Legionary with enough force to decapitate him. This sent some of the Recruits into a panic, dropping their weapons and fleeing the battle as the man in the power armor utterly decimated their forces with ease.

The fight, if it could be called that, was over in a matter of minutes. What was a group of about twenty Legionaries was reduced to just one, just a Prime Legionary, as evidenced by his armor, who realized the dire situation he was in and tried to run away, only to be caught by the man in the power armor, who promptly grabbed him, lifting him up with one hand.

"Hey, dipshit. I'm feeling generous today, so how about this: you answer one simple question, and I'll let you go." he said, his voice being much deeper thanks to the filter on his helmet. The Legionary, visibly frightened, nodded his head several times. "Good. Where are the slaves?"

"W-we don't have any!" The Legion soldier stammered. The Courier raised an eyebrow at this behind his helmet, and was about to reach for his sidearm. "No, I'm telling the truth! The last remaining slaves here were bought by… by you!"

The Courier was confused at first, but then he recalled freeing the family of Frank Weathers in this very camp, back before the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. He threw the Legionary down and started moving away from him, and quickly regretted it as the man he just let go shot him in the back, right where the fusion core was, paralyzing the power armor as the Courier was unable to move. Ejecting from the armor, the Courier was revealed to be a man in his mid-20s, with black hair and a somewhat scarred face. He was wearing a set of riot gear under a gray duster, a souvenir from the Divide, and was beyond displeased, holding a .44 Magnum revolver in his hand and immediately firing it twice, forcing the Legion soldier to drop his 9mm pistol.

"Serves me right for being nice, I guess." The Courier shrugged, about to shoot his assailant in the head.

"I… wouldn't worry about executing me right now, Courier." the injured Legionary spat, pointing behind Kryzanowski as a sizable group of Veteran Legionaries rushed at him from several directions.

Scoffing, the Courier delivered the killing shot, right in between the man's eyes, and after putting on the signature helmet and gas mask of the riot gear, took cover behind the now deactivated, equipping his rifle once again. Firing his rifle a few times, he successfully took down some of the Veterans, but the Courier soon noticed that reinforcements were on their way, as he saw more Legionaries in the distance. Finding that the situation was no longer advantageous for him, Tom's mind went into overdrive to figure out a solution, and it didn't take too long for him to notice the truck still hanging on the side of the hill. Deciding to take the risk, he took aim and shot at the truck's back door several times, managing to hit its handle on the third shot, and barrels full of radioactive waste began falling downwards onto the camp, spelling doom for everyone below. Pulling out the Transportalponder, a teleportation device from Big MT, Tom was about to pull its trigger in order to safely transport himself to the facility, when a stray bullet hit the device, causing it to spark and malfunction, and in a bright flash of blue, both the Courier and the power armor were gone. However, that was barely any comfort for the Legionaries, as the barrels finally crashed into the ground, irradiating Cottonwood Cove within seconds, causing the remaining Legion soldiers to drop dead.

...And there you have it. Chapter one out of (hopefully) many of the fanfiction. A bit on the short side, but that's only for now.

The Courier's stats are as follows:

STR - 7

PER - 6

END - 10

CHA - 10

INT - 7

AGI - 10

LCK - 10