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I DO NOT OWN DANMACHI OR FALLOUT AND MAKE NO PROFIT OF THIS FREE ACCESS FANFICTION
END OF DISCLAIMER.
"Behold, Courier Six! The genius of Big Mountain research facility!" Doctor Borous yelled at the top of his lungs, his green brain jar shaking from the excitement as he gestured at the object standing behind him.
It was a massive space shuttle, based on the Hermes-13 rocket meant for the Mars Mission. Unlike its predecessor, it was further upgraded with a newer version of saturnite alloy and equipped with advanced ion engines based on the propulsion system, which utilized robots such as ED-E and Mister Handy. It was also outfitted with newest sensors, alongside an experimental jump drive technology based on the Big Mountain transportalponder.
The result, a massive space shuttle similar to that, which first carried people to the moon. However, compared to old rockets, which burnt fuel to reach the Earth's orbit. It used rails based on Gauss rifles to accelerate and reach the vacuum of space. The rails itself were located away from the facility to prevent collateral damage and keep the Big Mountain facility hidden from prying eyes.
"Fweeoooh," Courier Six whistled at the sight of the towering space shuttle. "Quite the tech you got there, what's it got to do with me?" The space shuttle was impressive, he'd admit that but, his approval on their new toy wasn't the reason why they had called him, unless this was one of their stupid tests. The man in question was fully dressed in a suit of Pre-War Elite Riot Gear armour, further improved with technologies from the Big Mountain.
The armour itself was upgraded with a newer version of saturnite alloy. It was known for its durability, sharpness, and ability to retain heat for long periods of time. Good heat retention was a boon in certain circumstances, such as blades and other weapons acting on the same principle. However, infusing it with human bones or tissue would lead to the user cooking himself from the inside out and the space shuttle turning into a giant oven upon the entrance into the atmosphere.
That's why a new version of it had to be developed, specifically designed to be used with a human body. Following a year of research, the alloy was adapted to be more usable as armour and promptly named Saturnite 2.0. It was just as resilient as its predecessor, but this time it was even capable of surviving the cloud, without decaying anymore or letting it inside the armour and with the bonus of being hard to heat up.
"Well, my little teddy bear, we were hoping that you would test it out and see if it works," Doctor Dala explained, paying close attention to her favourite lobotomite's movements.
"Was that a failed attempt for a joke or did you run out of excuses to shoot me out into space? Why not send some kind of robot instead?" He argued, crossing his arms in response.
"There is a risk of their internal systems being fried during launch or something. Not to mention, unless you put a true AI on it, their programming will limit them and prevent them from acting in case of emergency," Doctor Zero explained, his newfound confidence shining through.
"And it still doesn't prevent them from being fried," The Courier said, while the scientist nodded. "That makes sense. Alright, let's say I let you shoot me into orbit, what do you expect me to do? Fly to the other side of the galaxy?" He asked, his voice modulated by the helmet.
"Nothing so extreme. We only want you to take it into space, make a jump from Earth to Mars and that's it," Doctor Zero explained.
"And what if it doesn't work?" He questioned.
"^#!#($%^$^&!$^$," Doctor Eight butted in, gaining the attention of the group.
"You are not filling me with confidence, Eight. Suffocation is not a pleasant death, same thing with burning up in the atmosphere," Courier deadpanned, before resting a hand on his temple and sighing with resignation. "Tell me, because I am curious, why in the name of all that is sane, should I fly the damn thing?"
"Well… Do bottlecaps sound like a good reason to do so?" Zero asked.
"I own a bloody city with multiple casinos in it and run a bloody nation, money is the least of my concerns right now," He replied.
"THEN AS A FELLOW SCIENTIST, DO YOU NOT SEE THE POTENTIAL BENEFITS OF THIS TECHNOLOGY?" Klein asked.
"Tell you what, how about you fly it instead, Klein, see how it handles itself in the vacuum of space, if you die, well, at least it won't be me," He replied.
"My little teddy bear, please, it's really important," Dala pleaded.
"Not you too, Dala…," He complained.
"Actually, I might have a solution to our problem," Zero suddenly said.
"Don't keep me waiting, Doctor Zero," Courier replied, while the scientist grinned at the sound of his name.
"Well, if you do that for us, which shouldn't take long, we will have a piece of tech ready for you," He replied.
"What kind of tech are we talking about?" Courier, his curiosity getting better of him.
"Mech Suit, bigger, stronger and more powerful than a power armor," Zero replied.
"Now we are talking. Fine, I'll do it, but at least tell me, will I be the only passenger on the shuttle?" He asked.
"WE, THE GREAT SCIENTISTS OF BIG MOUNTAIN, INTENDED TO PUT SOME OF OUR FINEST EXPERIMENTS INSIDE, FOR SCIENCE!" Doctor Klein yelled, his volume knob turned up too much, again.
"Of fucking course, but… did you?" He groaned, before glancing over the scientists.
"Klein wanted to, but we managed to prevent it, Mobius helped with his roboscorpions. So, to answer your question, you should be the only one inside the shuttle," Zero responded.
"Should be?" He questioned, his eyes narrowed behind his helmet.
"We ran multiple scans, my little teddy bear, which came out negative," Dala answered, while the Courier sighed.
"At least that's something…fine, let me put on the spacesuit and I will be on my way," He finally admitted, while the scientists cheered.
With a shake of his head and a small smile on his lips, he got down to work. Ever since he had dealt with Think Tank, he began clearing out the Big Mountain, fixing the broken facilities, uncovering new technologies and improving the ones already existing. While he was harsh towards them, it was not without basis. If Doctor Mobius hadn't trapped them in Big Mountain using a reclusive loop to trap their programming all those years ago, the Think Tank would have wreaked havoc upon the world. Still, once they were on his side, their expertise proved to be invaluable in helping the world recover.
They had improved the holograms from the Sierra Madre, making them more aware of their surroundings, deadlier than before, with a bigger range and reinforced saturnite casing that protected the fragile electronics located inside. Furthermore, they improved his pipboy, copying the schematics of all kinds of weapons and armour, even those from before the War as well as those manufactured by Gun Runners. He could easily produce almost anything, including chems and drugs, as well as even the holograms themselves.
There were also the implants, like Kinetic Accelerators, Nanobionic Weave, Bionic Eyes, Nemean subdermal armour and many more. They also managed to replicate ED-E, with all the appropriate upgrades he acquired back at the Divide. Unfortunately, some of the discoveries and technologies came at a price. An unpleasant memory began to surface, but he forced it down and focused on the task at hand.
"Courier six to Think tank, I'm in Earth's orbit, do you copy?" Courier asked, fully suited up in a red spacesuit, that he found at the RepCon HQ.
He was sitting in a single chair out of three, located inside the main cockpit. The cockpit itself was fairly unremarkable, Spartan even. Outside of a huge console with more buttons, levers and pilot lights than he had ever seen before, it was bare of any human amenities. Metal panels, screwed to the hull, some handles for easier manoeuvrability and one huge glass window with a clear view on the vacuum of space.
"This is Zero, Think Tank copy's. How are your vitals, was the acceleration too much?" Zero inquired, relieved that everything went well so far.
"Compared to being shot in the head, it's bearable. You could boost it a bit more, I had to use the engines sooner than I expected. Outside of that, smooth sailing, copy," He replied.
"Glad to hear it, now set up the coordinates and we should hear from you soon enough. The communication will be cut, due to the distance, do you copy?" Zero asked, his voice tinged with excitement.
"Copy, setting the coordinates now, stand by for a jump in ten seconds," Courier replied, before shutting the communication down. Preparing mentally for the experience, he began the countdown. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six," He said, the shuttle humming, a small bubble-like barrier forming around it. "Five, four, three, two, one."
It happened in an instant, one second, he was prepared for the upcoming jump, next he felt like he was put through a keyhole, head first, the agony he felt lasting for a moment, before it disappeared just as quickly as it came.
However, before he could get his bearings, the console in front of him began sparking uncontrollably, the lights in the shuttle dying down, before everything went silent. He blinked, feeling dizzy from the experience. With a groan, he forced his brain to focus on the current situation.
"What the fuck just happened?" He muttered to nobody in particular. Taking a look around, he materialized the pipboy out of thin air and turned on the light. 'At least that one seems to be working just fine…' It was yet another of Big Mountain's inventions, which allowed him to store almost anything without being over-encumbered. This along with his own capacity limit, allowed him to house hundreds of stimpaks, drugs, ammo, special rounds and weapons just to name a few. As for how it worked… well, it just worked, somehow, the brains didn't explain it well.
Normally the pipboy was bound to his arm and locked, but the Think Tank managed to take care of that. It also used to look bulky, while the new version easily rested in the palm of his head. One downside was that because it wasn't locked to his arm the same way as before, it would be easier to steal. However, a small application of saturnite wire, kept it securely in place.
Standing up, he could feel himself float, as the magnetic shoes failed to work. The Courier frowned, brought the left shoe close to his face and gave it a quick glance. It seemed to look fine, but for whatever reason, it didn't work. 'That's worrisome.' Biting his lip, he materialized two pieces of scrap electronics, alongside all the appropriate tools, and began unscrewing the panel. Once all the screws were gone, he looked inside and scowled. 'Everything just melted or straight out fried, it's nothing more but scrap metal, if it can even be called that, to begin with. Only the wires survived. Wait, what about the rest of the ship?'
Panic began to rise, as he finally realized how deathly silent everything was. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down and got back to his magnetic shoes. It only took a few minutes at best, before they were back in working condition. Standing up straight, he made his way to the control panel and looked through the window, his jaw-dropping to the ground. In front of him was a planet, similar to the Earth, with oceans, continents, and forests. However, that's where the similarities ended. The shape was all wrong, instead of multiple continents, there was a single supercontinent with a few smaller ones spread out over the planet.
"… At times like these, I wish I never agreed to this whole idea," He muttered. 'One thing is certain, this isn't Earth. Heck, I wasn't supposed to leave our solar system, yet here I am. I swear, at times like this I wish I had vivisected all of those idiots.'
Shaking his head, he investigated the control panel and frowned immediately. No matter what he did, nothing seemed to work. 'Okay, everything is either fried or melted, just like the boots. The reactor most likely shut down and all life support systems along with it. Which means, unless I turn them back on, I will die due to a lack of oxygen if the ship doesn't crash into the planet before that happens. Fuck my life…' The Courier groaned as he realized just how bad things currently were.
He turned around and made his way to the back of the cockpit, where a single hermetic door was located, similar to that of a plane. Under normal circumstances, it could easily be operated by a small control panel next to it. Fortunately enough, one didn't design a spaceship or a plane without a manual override of some sort. He pulled a lever located on the door, then began rotating the sluice, until it opened with a small hiss and he made his way to the storage compartment. It was meant to house all kinds of stuff but was left empty on purpose to give the space shuttle a clean run so to say. Not to mention, with the Pipboy being far better at storing items and supplies, it was deemed unnecessary.
The only problem was the fact that the Think Tank did not supply all of the parts in case of an emergency. They calculated that under no circumstances everything in the ship would fail, and only provided back up parts for the engines, reactor, and life support systems, alongside all the necessary blueprints for the space shuttle. 'And that's why you should never trust a bunch of insane scientists in brain jars. I knew I should have taken more spare parts. The only good thing about this whole situation is the fact that I still have got my smarts and skills, so making some makeshift repairs should be doable.'
After that, he made his way to the reactor located in the back. It was a giant cube with some tubes, similar to the transportalponder. And currently, the entirety of it was fried. While he could technically fix it right here and now, he didn't want to waste the only working reactor he had left, in case the shuttle decided to crash on the planet in the nearest future. With his mind made up, he used two fission batteries, some scrap metal and some scrap electronics to jury-rig the reactor into working condition.
Once it turned on, he could see some of the panels sparking, but nothing else seemed to have happened. Turning around he made his way to the life support systems, similar in design to the reactor. And just like the last time, he jury-rigged the whole thing, before it turned back on. A green light told him everything he needed to know, his body releasing a breath he hadn't known he held.
Only after making sure the two systems were working fine, he made his way back to the cockpit and looked at the control panel. He had to manually fix all the components to get this ship back into working condition. He looked up and gazed at the planet below. It wasn't the only thing he was worried about, he couldn't tell how close he was to the planet or how much time he had left before the whole thing came crashing down. Worst case scenario, he would crash on the planet and be forced to create a new space shuttle from scratch. Just as he was pondering his options, something collided with the back of the ship, making him crash into the console with a thud. 'Oh, come on! This ain't fair anymore!'
The planet that he considered far enough to be in stable orbit was coming closer, as the speed of the shuttle increased. One thing was certain, hitting the ground would result in catastrophic damage – for both the shuttle and himself.
He was tough, one of the toughest and deadliest men in Mojave Wasteland, but that didn't make him invulnerable. And the impact of this size could kill almost everyone he knew. He had only one chance of survival. Using his pipboy, he put on one of the Remnants Power Armour he had, this one made from Saturnite 2.0 before making himself comfortable in the seat as he awaited the inevitable. The armour itself was black with an insect-like design of the helmet, black paint and a reactor located in the back. He could see a corona of flame forming around the cockpit as the speed of the shuttle increased, the ship entering the atmosphere. The surface of the shuttle slowly gained a red hue as the air friction caused an immense strain on the surface.
The entirety of the vehicle was now shaking, as it dived at a sixty-degree angle towards the surface. As he drew closer to the surface, he could see clouds going past him and decided it was as good time as any to do so. Bringing his pipboy close to his face, he selected one drug that would decide whether he would survive or not, Battle Brew. He preferred not to use it unless things were going real south, but at this point, he had no other choice. He could feel as his body became tougher to external damage, the miraculous substance flowing through his veins as the surface of the planet became visible. 'Here goes nothing…'
In the meantime, the citizens of the city of Orario were casually strolling through the city at night, drinking beer, dancing or just going to the Dungeon to grind some more. Those that looked in the sky, could see what looked like a falling star, heading towards someplace on the planet. Many looked into the sky, pointing at it, making wishes and enjoying the show. One particular goddess, sitting at the top of Babel tower found herself smiling, sipping wine from her glass.
"It looks beautiful, doesn't it, Ottar?" She asked her strongest adventurer, a level 7 Boaz person and the only one to ever reach that level.
"Indeed it does, lady Freya," He answered, nodding in response.
"Is there something you wish for?" She asked, gently swirling the wine in her glass.
"I only wish for your wishes to be granted, lady Freya," He answered, while the goddess smiled and sipped some of her drink.
She wasn't the only one to look at the light show, as certain red-headed trickster goddess, by the name of Loki also enjoyed the spectacle alongside the rest of her Familia.
"Look, Ais, a falling star!" Lefiya, an elf with auburn hair, exclaimed. "Quick, make a wish!"
Ais, a beautiful blond swordswoman of Loki Familia nodded at the suggestion and put her hand on her chest and made her wish. 'I wish to become even stronger.'
"I wish for Ais to take me on a date!" Loki yelled, grinning from ear to ear, before a fist smacked her in the forehead, causing tears to appear in the corners of her eyes. The owner of the said fist was from the same blond, she wished for.
"We should make an expedition and see if it brings some good valis towards us," Garreth, a dwarf with a long beard suggested, his Axe resting on his back.
"Possibly, though with the Guild having a rather restrictive policy, it might take some time," Finn, a blonde Pallum responded.
"Even then, it's worth investigating. It could even possess some unique materials not seen anywhere in the Dungeon," Riveria added, her green hair and pointy ears, reminding spectators she was one of the high elves – nobility amongst an elven kind.
"Hah, now you're talking!" Gareth said and laughed, along with the rest of the group, while Riveria rolled her eyes, before permitting herself a bit of smile.
At the same time, a lonely Renart with blond hair and green eyes, looked at the sky, her expression unreadable, while in the slums of the Orario, a young female Pallum also shared the night, her attention focused on the falling object.
The only person to not enjoy the spectacle was the Courier, who was freaking out as everything around him burned. The glass of the shuttle shattered shortly after it entered the atmosphere, the inside of the vehicle set ablaze, while the human held for his dear life to the door in the back, bracing himself for the impact. Just moments before he hit the ground, he cursed his luck, before there was intense pain and darkness consumed him.
When he awoke, he could feel the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. His ears were ringing, his body felt like it was used as a punching bag for a legendary deathclaw and his head felt like it was about to burst. With a groan, he opened his bionic eyes, which were linked to the pipboy, allowing him to see his current status. A quick look at his pipboy, having a function that converted his overall condition into an easy to understand health bar, told him everything he needed to know. It was around twenty per cent, meaning he was one foot in the grave. Thankfully, the Monocyte Breeder and Rad Child were already healing the damage and he could see it slowly replenish in front of his very eyes.
From what he could gather, he was still very much alive and the darkness all around his vision was the result of him being pinned down by debris or something along those lines. Switching to the night vision in his eyes, he took a glance at his own body.
"Where is my armour…?" He asked, now noticing he was naked for some reason.
His left arm was stuck under a pile of metal, alongside both of his legs. The only thing that was not trapped was his right arm. He pushed on with his left arm and the metal barely budged, but just slightly. He began pushing harder, using his own strength and with some help from his kinetic implants to push away the debris, finally freeing his arm.
Once that was out of the way, he pushed another metal plate, located less than twenty centimetres away from his face. The light of the fire and rancid smoke greeted him immediately. The cockpit was gone, leaving almost nothing remotely similar behind. Small fires were burning all over the place, while the air was dark from the sheer amount of smoke. His vision was inhibited by it, making it hard to see, so he just de-atomized his Elite Riot Gear and took a look around.
If it wasn't for the filters in his helmet, he would have a hard time leaving the shuttle without suffocating to death, especially with the intense heat he was feeling right now. Pushing off the rubble on his legs, he made his way out of the shuttle through the broken window, falling on top of the burnt-out ground, breathing heavily. Only after calming down a bit, his breathing slowing down, he looked around.
From what he could gather, he landed in the middle of some kind of forest or near one at very least, the Sun shining from above. A massive crater easily over one hundred meters in radius was devoid of all plant life. On the edges of it, he could see green trees and grass all over the place, very reminiscent to that of the Earth. However, that didn't mean air composition wasn't poisonous or there wasn't some kind of parasite that infected human brains floating in it. Luckily for him, the pipboy could analyze all kinds of substances and inform him about its effects. Same thing with air. Running a quick analysis, he noticed that the air composition was almost identical to earth, with the exception of less pollution than in his world. 'This is getting weirder and weirder, what are the odds of the same kind of atmosphere?'
Turning around, he despaired as he took in what remained of the shuttle. It was a burning wreck of bent metal, loose wiring, leaking fluids and the saturnite frame which took the general shape of the shuttle. The material was too expensive to create the whole shuttle from, so it was settled upon to only make the frame, which was the only thing that was still in one piece. He could feel his heartache at the destruction of the invention before he managed to get his bearings together. 'Let's see, I am stranded on some kind of alien world with possibly hostile fauna and flora. My spacecraft is worthless, the best I can do is try to salvage as much as I can and take the rest with me so that nobody does anything with it. And on top of that, I could come across aliens, which won't hesitate to put a probe in my ass. Klein, fuck you, sincerely, Courier Six.'
He looked around the shuttle, counted the fires still burning, sighed and brought up his pipboy. There was only one thing to do at this point, put the fires down, except… there was a problem.
"What the fuck?" He asked nobody in particular, as instead of familiar screen of the pip-boy he was greeting with what appeared to be a message of sorts.
"HELLO? IS THIS WORKING? … DALA! LENS ARE BROKEN!" He heard a voice playing from his pipboy.
Looking at it, it seemed that it was playing a holotape footage, but there wasn't anything showing, just some familiar muffled voices.
"Oh move over you half-wit!... It just needs a little… There we go! The lens cover was still on, try it now." A different berating voice was heard, this one was a bit more feminine.
"THANK YOU, NOW, WHERE WAS I…? AH, YES, THE MESSAGE, BUT… THE FEED IS STILL NOT SHOWING ON THE SCREEN, DALA!," Doctor Klein said.
"Obviously Doctor Klein, it's an audio recording," The scientist explained.
"THEN SWITCH IT BACK TO VIDEO, I WANT TO SEE WHO I'M TALKING TO!" Klein ordered.
"Do it yourself, Klein, are you going to copy that from the chinese as well?" Doctor Zero asked..
"I WILL NOT BE ORDERED AROUND BY YOU, BUT YOU MAKE A FAIR POINT, DOCTOR… ZERO," Klein finally resigned, while Borus decided to use that moment to make a statement of his own.
"Greetings lobotomite! You have been promoted from your standard lethal hazard enforcement duties to bio-material recycling. Please proceed to the waste disposal facility or 'The Meat Grinder' and surrender your current upgrades such as the nucl-," Borus began.
"Borus, this isn't the weekly clean-up announcement, this is for THE Lobotomite. Stop playing around so we can get back to work already!" Zero chided.
"Ah yes, I almost forgot! Greetings unit 4-2-0! The nutrient sludge for this week is making my right cranium itch unbearably. Cease the addition of uranium flakes; log: it does not make the nutrient sludge spicy," Borus said.
"Damn it, Borus! It's the courier!" Zero could feel his soul die on the inside a little.
"Oh? Well I'm not expecting any mails at the moment, did you want me to send them your package for you? Want to prove me wrong once and for all? 'no nuke was ever dropped in the mojave' so you'll do it yourself?" Borous replied.
"Courier Six, the lobotomite, the one who took most of our upgrades and fun away," Dala added.
"Oh… THAT COURIER. Alright, Lobotomite, I will make it quick. In case of you arriving at planet unknown to humankind we have taken liberty of tempering with your pip-boy. Or rather, Klein did for the most part," Doctor Borous said.
"… What?" Courier asked, his mechanical heart stopping for a brief moment.
"And to make matters worse, he locked it behind a very strong military-grade encryption to make sure you wouldn't be able to crack it anytime soon," Doctor Zero added. "The idea was that if you were to have access to all your arsenal, it would make for a very boring research. So he locked it away."
"THAT IS CORRECT. IN CASE YOU WERE TO FIND YOURSELF STRANDED ON A WHOLE DIFFERENT WORLD. IT WOULD BE BEST FOR YOU TO GAIN EXPERIENCE ON IT WITHOUT RELYING ON YOUR GADGETS AND GIZMOS. THAT WAY IN THE NAME OF SCIENCE, I HAVE TAKEN LIBERTY OF LOCKING AWAY YOUR ACCESS TO ALL OF YOUR ARSENAL. YOU WILL GAIN IN BACK IN DUE TIME, BY CONDUCTING RESEARCH AND MAKING SCIENCE PROUD!" Doctor Klein explained.
The rest of the message was a blur, with the scientists bickering back and forth, his mind in the state of shock, as he replied the message in his mind over and over again. Then… it hit him, the severity of the situation.
Taking a deep breath, he counted to three and… yelled at the top of his lungs. "KLEIN! I AM GOING TO VIVISECT YOU, YOU HEAR ME?!"
This was ridiculous, not only he had to research everyone and everything, his stuff, the things he worked his ass for were gone basically. He could unlock them, but it would take time, not to mention, every single item he had on him was priceless as there were no alternatives. Not something he could get or buy in a shop in this world. The monthly limit on his consumables making it even worse. He really couldn't waste them, could he? He grinded his teeth as he looked through all the stuff he had left, glad not everything was gone, including, but not limited to, fire extinguishers.
Bringing out the first one, he began to put down the fires, which only took additional ten, before the shuttle was no longer releasing rancid smoke into the air, white substance all around the wreckage. He wished he could simply dump the empty tanks here, instead of taking them with him, but he didn't want to leave anything behind, much less clues about his origin.
With that out of the way, he could finally start disassembling the whole thing in order to make sure nobody finds it. However, before that, he had to secure the perimeter. He wasn't going to let some kind of alien eat his brains, while he was busy. His first thought was to set down six holographic emitters on the ground in a hexagon shape around the ship, turning them on and setting them to shoot on sight, if something came within the ten-meter radius of the ship. They used the same Sierra Madre security hologram, but far more advanced and deadly, all thanks to Big Mountain for their assistance on improving it.
However, brains locked it out as well, it seemed like. Which meant he had to get creative once again. First of all, he had to make some traps that would keep him safe or get himself into a safe spot. A tree would do and it's not like he could just make an entire wall around the shuttle and call it a day. So, he began looking around, found himself a nice tree and began setting simple traps using wood mostly and some leaves. Spike traps, trip wires, the simple stuff, not even bear traps, since that was locked as well.
With the basics secured, he materialized one of his most powerful weapons, Industrial Hand. It was a tool in the Divide consisting of a mechanical glove with a circular saw blade mounted on the back, used in industrial work for cutting materials such as metal or plastics, now repurposed for use as a powerful unarmed weapon. It was just as good at cutting through power armour as it was through ordinary metals. Now with a saturnite blade, it was basically unstoppable, able to completely ignore any and all kinds of armour. It would help in cutting the ship apart and leaving nothing behind. 'I hope that I can make it before someone gets here...'
The rest of the day was spent in relative silence, as the Courier slowly but surely took the ship apart, leaving only the frame intact to keep it for the future endeavours. But even then, the ship was massive. It took him about eight hours with the sun even beginning to set and even then, the ship was still only around twenty per cent done at this point. He couldn't finish it in one night, no matter how hard he tried. And he was slowly getting sleepy, his current sleep deprivation hovering at around one hundred fifty of one thousand. 'I should call it a day, for now, being exhausted won't help me in the long run.' With his mind made up, he made his way back to the tree, set up a Roughin'it bedroll kit on one of thicker branches and laid on his back, allowing his body to relax and falling asleep almost immediately.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
First of all, this fiction wouldn't be the way it is, without my Beta Reader / Coauthor, Natechi. Big props to him, as he gave me some great ideas and input for this story.
One of the reasons I began writing this crossover was because I couldn't stomach how horrible Bell is as protagonist. However, this isn't a fix fiction, this isn't Bell being smarter/stronger/better. No, this is what if someone like Courier ended up in the world of magic and began doing what he does best, mess things up. How Danmachi could have been way better.
And because of that, this version of the story will be less idealistic/Gary Stu. So, while Six will make waves, it won't be one sided slaughter, where he wins without trouble anymore all the time. This time, Six won't act like replacement for Bell and be goodie two shoes, who he shouldn't be in the first place. It's time for Danmachi to taste the world of Fallout and all the messed up things living in there.
Also, no pairing in the description. I find it insulting, when the authors tell the ending of the story, before it happens. The journey is far more important than the end goal.