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 and some chaos with not going to dinner, Me, Graham, and Raul were walking back towards the castle's library whilst I tried to connect back with Mr. House and updated on our situation.
"So let me get this straight, Courier" The Pre-War Tycoon started. "You're not only stuck with the rest of us lot after your encounter with the Legion, but also sent you three to Medieval France?"
"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 well acquainted are you with this realm anyway? I understand that you were from this fairytale realm, but I cannot find any whereabouts of your parents or relatives anywhere.."
I paused and was just about to answer House's question when I noticed 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!"
Oh Shit.
"Say no more, I'm going after her." I answered sharply. "Graham, Raul with me. ED-E stay here and prepare a fire with medical equipment in the drawing room." I finished as we rushed to our tasks.
Location: ?
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..." The 'cyclops' paused before lowering the pulse weapon, "My name was Aiden Walker, though just call me, Bad Cop..." He boomed, "Or if you're a number fetishist. 3650" I chuckled at that last statement before replying;
"Nice to be acquainted with you." I answered, "B-" 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 teased back before getting slapped in the head by Raul.
"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.
(Belle's POV):
Sigh... WHAT WAS I THINKING!? Just leaving the castle like that in a rush! UGH! I'm cold, surrounded by wolves, and my only 'weapon' was thrown aside by one of them.
Feeling the end was near I closed my eyes preparing for the worse when something big stepped in front of me. It was Adam!
Not even a few moments later I saw him screaming terror into a wolf, but before even he could pounce at them, a gunshot rang through the forest striking the same wolf, sending it's body onto the ground dead. I tuned t- wait.. What's that m- OH MERDE NOT AGA-... [OST- Ragtime Cowboy Joe]
(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 Ms. Potts and Ed-E were there at the door with fresh blankets for the two future lovebirds.
"Oh hello Is.. HEAVENS SAKE!" Potts cried, "MASTER, HAPPENED TO YOU!? AND WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT NEXT TO YOU JUNIOR!?" She exclaimed as she hid with the rest of the servants hid behind a combat-ready Ed-E.
"Jeesh. I'm just a Combine Elite is all.. Call be 3650 or Bad Cop." Walker replied before patting me on the back, "I Met Six here in the woods."
"Erm.. Okay?" Potts Replied, "But do-" Before she could continue, 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 ED-E and the servants eye browed us. I slowly started to spot a small shade of red from belle and just had to reply..
"Oh my god you do love him, 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!" he answered sharply, before closing the rather European designed firebox doors and leaning out the fireman's side of the 'Mountain'
"Everyone's watches set?" He quizzed the two men
"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 at him whilst pushing himself off the ground.
"OKAY OKAY! SORRY. GODS ITS LI-" Williamson slowly tenseified for the usage of 'gods' and sharply raised his hand to shut him up. "Jane?" He bellowed.
"It's Jaune." The cleaner replied.
"Jaune, Jane, whatever" Williamson said, "First off, there's only one god. Second off, don't take the lord's name in vain." He sneered back at the frightened former Huntsman. Fred, whistling at the stand-off walked up to the Brakeman.
"Damn Willy, never knew you're that cold." He joked, only to get lightly slapped by his glove.
Jim seeing this stepped down and pushed the three aside, "Alright, that's enough you three stooges." he said "We gotta get moving. Jaune, if we ever meet up again, I can help on what's been troubling ya.." Jim said, smirking at the troublesome kid.
"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 Jim, did'ya hear that Chernabog was killed?" He asked Jim who reply was muffled from the engine's three-chime whistle.
AN: Remember how I said other games will be crossed over? I was not joking. The first character introduced in this 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 small teaser quote, then you already know who murdered him. (Cultists fear the pitchfork gunslinger. The bad man is on its way with a little surprise.)
Jaune finally makes his speaking appearance too. I'm unsure if I should write like a make-up lovestory or not, but i'll figure it out when time goes on.
To end it off, 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 reservoir tanks that people joke they're boobs and very rough ride quality,
M1a/"6710"- A normal M1 (designation for the road's 4-8-2s) but with a Worthington Feedwater Heater, 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..