08-06-2015, 04:03 PM
War, war never changes.
That was a fact too obvious for expression back in post-Great War and pre-Great War America. Ever since the discovery of the atomic bomb in the 1940s, humanity has since then always had the capacity to destroy itself to surface zero. The Great War in 2077 then had this horrible "what if" situation become a terrifying reality for all the world to see, and experience. Not going into too much detail, let's just say America and China didn't get along with those last few buckets of oil lying around in Alaska. The bombs dropped, and so did everybody else. Billions had died as a result of the explosions that took place, many more from the invisible flames of radiation surrounding the blasts, but not everybody had been so foolish as to duck and cover under their desks, thinking they were safe.
Those like the Vault Dweller, the Chosen One, the Lone Wanderer, or even the Sole Survivor who arose 200 years after the War itself were all too familiar with the Vaults that were crafted before the war, supposedly designed to keep all of pre-War America safe, but with intents much more malicious than that. Human experimentation, dangerously real 'social experiments,' with enough radiation and forced evolutionary genetic engineering as one can muster.
210 years after the Great War however, is where a different story begins. Not starting off in a Vault-Tec underground fallout shelter, but instead just a messenger girl. A courier. The courier. All memories before the Courier Six took her job were nothing more than scattered dreams now. What she was supposed to deliver that day before she got a bullet lodged her head from a mysterious suited man named Benny however, she could definitely remember. That package going by one name, and that name being The Platinum Chip. At first glance, anybody could pass it for some sort of generic old poker chip, and nobody in the Mojave wasteland knew what power it held, nobody but Six, however. Well, her, the man who shot her in the head, and Mr. House, the one she was supposed to deliver this package to. All three of them in a silent competition to get that Chip, and gain control over New Vegas itself, one of the very few places in the Mojave wastes that are at least somewhat salvageable.
Of course though, if anybody but the Courier had gotten to the Chip first, this story might have ended on a very quick note. Using that Chip, Six had unlocked the true potential of Mr. House's army of Securitron robots, and with that, she had overthrown the tyrant of New Vegas, Mr. House himself. Only so much he could have done with a life-extending machine and a few billion dollars, after all. Benny, on the other hand, was already six feet under, much quicker than he anticipated. His death was taken responsible by the Courier as well, the very one he thought he had shot to her seemingly inevitable demise.
Now that those two were out of the way, New Vegas was all for Six to control, and with a bit more work, the rest of the Mojave as well. The New California Republic, more colloquially known as the NCR was no match for the Courier, and no less was the NCR's rival and sworn enemies, Caesar's Legion. Both the NCR and the Legion was two sides of the same coin to Six; corrupt, militaristic, and all of them were almost trying to repeat history, doomed to fail.
In the case of the NCR, they had much better souls than those in Caesar's Legion, but that didn't stop the greedy and scum-ridden higher-ups to suck all the money out of any civilian they could annex into their territories with absurdly high taxes. If anything, they tried much too hard to replicate pre-War America, and any soul would tell you that would just end up in more nuclear bombs being tossed around. Caesar's Legion however, was a group of much more violent warriors, taking their brutal influence from the ancient Romans, who were now lost in history as a result of the Great War.
Neither of them mattered to Six, as both of them would do nothing for the current state of the Mojave, even if they claimed they tried. If anyone was to gain power of the Hoover Dam, it would have to be the Courier, as she knew what truly had to be done to restore the entire world into a new age of peace and prosperity. One had to be free to act for themselves. That's exactly what had happened on the day the second battle for Hoover Dam had taken place.
On one side, Caesar's Legion on the East of the Dam. On the other, the NCR taking represent for the West. Or, so it seemed as if they did, with the Courier on their side. With the help of the NCR, her various travelling companions, and a few deserted factions caught in the middle of this battle, the Courier sent off the NCR with her now upgraded Securitron army just as quickly as they came.
Though New Vegas after the battle for the Dam was almost as perfect as Six envisioned it to be, that didn't stop her to ignore all the other problems taking place outside of her city. With that being said, the Courier's road wasn't quite finished yet. Anybody that knew her could tell you that if she wanted to do something, the Courier would do it with a drive.
So, she continued. Opening the gates of New Vegas once again, leaving her leadership in the hands of the various companions she had trusted, the Courier went out to continue her job as a messenger, and to become the message itself. Though, many problems would soon arise, and she'd get her wish for a New World, but not any world she'd come to expect. That New World, being the Omniverse.
With the dust of the Mojave wasteland slipping under her boots, Six commenced her walk further ahead, giving one final look behind her, towards New Vegas, the city she put back into liberty and order. Well, for the most part, anyways. Looking forward once more, the Courier remained silent, hoping that this whole fiasco wouldn't last longer than it needed to be.
After all, she had a whole nation to look out for now, and the thought kept itching at the back of her mind that she might not have been able to handle it alone. She knew that wasn't true though, people respected her now, out of fear or otherwise. That was something the rest of the Mojave had to understand if they even wanted a chance at getting the power of the Dam, now forever in her clutches.
Checking the Pip-Boy's map stationed on her left arm, Six placed a map marker on the spot of Hidden Valley, hoping to negotiate something along the lines of a deal between the Brotherhood of Steel and herself. After all, they had the technology, and she had to let them know that leaving them, along with the NCR after the battle of the Dam was nothing personal.
Strapping on her breathing mask, the Courier kept walking forward, for what seemed like hours under the blazing hot sun of the Mojave, allowing the Blackjack symbol on the back of her courier duster to be seen by all that oppose her. Well, if there was anybody, that is.
Six paid no mind to it, but not even the mutant insects that usually roamed the lands were nowhere to be found, which was needless to say, strange. No matter, the more bullets she had to spare, the better.
Another few hours of walking passed, nothing new to be seen at all. The Courier was almost bored of it, but she knew better than to get cocky. It was obvious something out there was waiting for her to arrive. Six hadn't felt such a gut instinct in a while, but something inside of her told her it was true. Sighing, Six figured it was about time she'd stop worrying about it, since the heat wasn't doing much to help in that regard. Taking a sip of water from her Vault 13 canteen, the Courier wiped some sweat from her brow, putting the small container back on her side, parallel to her revolver holster.
Almost immediately thereafter, Six heard a .308 round being shot off a few ten meters away. It seemed to have been fired north of her position, but looking back there, all she saw was an overwhelmingly tall vantage point, and then a deep cliff dropping all the way down. Passing by a few large rocks, the Courier sneaked her way over to the end of the cliff, looking downwards. Peeking her head out of the edge of the cliff itself, the Courier saw... Nothing at all.
Just then, she immediately turned around, seeing a bright green laser being pointed towards her chest. It was then she had spoke her first word since this morning, slightly raspy from the lack of vocal communications.
"Damn."
With that wise word being said, Six immediately dived over to one of the rocks she had passed, giving her a good cover for the .50 caliber shot which had already sped it's way over, taking a huge chunk off the rock the Courier was hiding from. Unfortunately enough, she didn't get a good look at whoever was shooting at her, though that little trap they tried to pull was slightly clever, she'd admit. Even if that didn't work though, dealing with an Anti-materiel rifle wasn't exactly something she was looking forward to.
Though most people do have a hard time aiming .50 cal. rifles, she could still tell that whoever this was, he or she wasn't too great at aiming. Checking her Pip-Boy once again, she turned back to equip an incendiary grenade, which should be enough to distract whoever it was trying to kill her. Though, in that short moment she was pulling the pin and throwing it over her cover, she had to wonder which faction this person belonged to. Not like she cared though, anybody who wanted to shoot a few bullets at her better have been prepared to go down fighting.
As soon as she heard the flames of the grenade scatter, Six could see the laser frantically trying to see through the flames. Perfect.
Using this to her advantage, the Courier vaulted over the rock she was taking cover behind, sprinting forward to find another place to take shelter behind. Though it wasn't much, Six could definitely see the bright red feathers coming from her opponent's helmet. No wonder he wasn't the greatest shot, seeing how he was obviously a member of Caesar's Legion. The Courier couldn't help but snark.
"Quality Legion snipers..."
Diving forward once more, Six dodged another one of the Legionnaire's bullets by a hair. She could only imagine how annoyed he must have been right now. Growing tired of hiding, the Courier opened her Pip-Boy's inventory, before grabbing at her Ratslayer varmint rifle. Leaning to her right, The Courier scoped into the Legionnaire's head, before he ducked behind the rock he was hiding behind himself. Groaning in annoyance, the Courier waited for the man to come out of his little peep-hole, only to be waiting in silence.
Finally deciding to get up and investigate once more, the Courier turned around to stand up, almost expecting the Legionnaire to have ran away by now. It was only before she turned to face him again that she saw that this situation might have been a bit more complex than she originally had anticipated. Suddenly, with all the intimidation of the Legion itself, the Courier saw at least a baker's dozen more Legionnaires standing there, all of their weapons out.
A second of silence ensued, before their mighty war-cries could be heard, cursing the name of the Courier for her part in the deaths of both Caesar and his Legate, Lanius. Sighing once again, the Courier waited for them to get over with their pathetic battle grunts, taking out her Blood-Nap knife. While she was here, she might as well have a bit of fun with them, seeing how almost all of the Legionnaires were clutching onto horribly sharpened blades as well.
"Ohhh, little bitch decided to grow a pair!" One of the Legionnaires shouted out, to which the Courier rolled her eyes in response. Twirling her knife now in her dominant hand, she spoke again.
"You done? Because I didn't come here to play, Legion dog," Six spat out, with all the venom in her voice that even a Cazadore would be able to handle. With those little quips being exchanged, the Legionnaires groaned in annoyance, before yelling again, charging with whatever weapon they had available to them.
A few of the Legionnaires with their short-swords already had closed the distance with Six. Though they were almost close to Super Mutants in the "mindless brute" department, the Courier had to admit, the Legion weren't fools in the way they fought. They took no hesitation to attack all at once, but then again, they were just about as slow as your generic Super Mutant, making it easier for Six to dodge out of her way, in which she did in a heartbeat, blocking another couple swings with her knife in all different directions.
Deciding to put things to an end quick, the Courier used every opening she had available to her to slice and stab into each and every one of the Legionnaire's throats that even tried to pull swings at her. A few of the other Legionnaires sat back a while, mostly the ones with the guns, making sure this was a 'fair fight,' at least by their standards anyways.
Looking at the few Legionnaires with their guns down in the not-so far distance, the Courier was distracted enough to be completely oblivious to the fact another one of the Legion's swords were coming straight to her side. Feeling an extremely painful spike of adrenaline rush through her as the feeling of horribly cold steel ran through her flesh, she looked down to see that said sword running through her entire body, left to right. Already feeling blood coming up to her throat, the Courier looked off into the direction of the now smug Legionnaire that had recently stabbed her.
So, she spat at him. This time, literally. Thankfully enough, he wasn't one of the more wiser ones in the group to actually wear googles, so his now blood-stained and spit covered eyes caused him to scream in uncomfortably strange pain. Though her plan in giving herself some room to breathe worked, Six still had to deal with the unfortunate fact that a sword was still lodged in her body like a pedestal. Falling to one of her knees, the Courier grabbed at the hilt of the blade, pulling it out with a shrill gasp of pain as quickly as she could.
Reaching behind her, the Courier took out a few syringes of Med-X, before stabbing her barely covered arm with the strange doses of painkillers. The pain started to numb, but it was nonetheless hell to deal with. She counted at least four Legionnaires already dead by her hands, the blood satisfying to look at as it spilled to the sandy ground beneath all of them. As strangely pleasing as it was to look at, the Courier still couldn't help but remind herself that there was a lot more of these Legion scum to deal with.
Clenching at one of her now gaping wounds, Six decided she had to ignore the ridiculous amount of blood she was currently losing for now, instead focusing on another one of the Legionnaires coming at her with a Super sledge hammer. Not getting back up to her feet until the very moment the Legionnaire swung his mighty hammer towards her, Six waited until the very moment it was about to come colliding with her face. As quickly as the hammer came down, Six hopped straight back up, taking both of her hands and using the momentum already gained by the Legionnaire's swing to pull it from his hands, before giving him a heartfelt kick in the groin, making him fall down in horribly gut-wrenching pain.
As soon as his face hit the dusty floor of the Mojave wasteland, the Courier took the Legionnaire's super-sledge, and slamming it down on his face, taking a second to let all the pain sink in before activating the Super sledge's high tech mechanism which caused the hammerhead to break into his skull with a fast moving piston, causing the screams he was previously emitting to stop immediately. Dropping the hammer to the floor, Six looked around her, waiting for any other Caesar-worshiping trash to come her way.
All that was left, unfortunately for her, was the remaining few with the guns, all with their weapons aimed. If the Courier had to admit one sad fact about life, it was that it always has some way to put odds against you and completely screw you over somehow. Odds are always against you, but they're just numbers two-to-one, after all.
"You best hope that you all don't miss with that first shot, because you won't be getting another one," the Courier boasted in a scarily quiet tone, causing a few of those Legionnaires aiming at her to shiver slightly.
All around her, she could see nothing but barrels being pointed at her, all loaded and ready to fire, yet they weren't pulling any triggers for some reason. Do they want to humiliate her by waiting until she slipped onto her deathbed, or were they all really that scared? How fun, indeed.
Taking in a deep breath, the Courier closed her eyes to relax a bit, thinking about what exactly she should do here. It was then she got such a dumb and foolish idea, that it just might have worked here. Casually checking her Pip-Boy once again, she started poking at it's menus, obviously about to equip something in her vast arsenal of weapons. She could see a few of the Legionnaires whispering to each other, completely clueless to what she was doing. A few moments pass as Six reaches to her side to get her Vault 13 canteen and take yet another sip of water.
Closing her eyes once again, all of a sudden, the Legionnaire's eyes were met with the sight of the Courier pulling out a Fat Man mini-nuke launcher onto her shoulder, immediately causing a lot of the gun-wielding Legion troopers to start moving backwards as slowly as they all could.
"If I even hear one bullet being fired off here, I'll shoot this and kill us all with the blast, since you Legion mucus love huddling close together," Six began, "and if you all think you can kill me before I'll be able to fire it off, just remember that I already came back from the grave after taking two in the skull. We all can come to agreements, yes?" The Courier chuckled, aiming the Fat Man in the direction of few of the Legionnaires already beginning to scoot themselves backwards, already shaking in their boots.
Of course, she wasn't actually going to fire this thing off, but it was really surprising to see how they believed she would have. Then again, even Six convinced herself that she was damn near nuts sometimes, but she supposed that was part of her charm, if she had any at all at this point. Dismissing the thought, the Courier continued to watch as the Legionnaires began to lower their weapons, continuing to whisper among themselves. It was then that Six used this opening to her advantage, throwing off another one of her incendiary grenades in their general direction, jumping into cover as she did so. Though she did it faster than even the Legionnaires could even react, that still didn't stop her from gasping as soon as she landed, seeing as the wound in her side she almost forgot about was starting to return, with painful effect.
The group of Legion soldiers started cursing, and then screaming in agony as the burning hot fires of phosphorus-induced flames surrounded them. Jumping out of cover with her Lucky revolver in hand, she shot down the already inflamed Legionnaires, finishing them off quickly. Thinking she had defeated them all, she speed loaded her revolver, before putting it back in her holster.
As soon as she got a moment to herself and enough room to breathe, the Courier already began to feel the seeping wound getting worse and worse, seeing as it was still dripping blood. Still clutching at it, Six began to slowly walk forward, continuing to look at the blurry image of her blood spilling from her sides.
Though that was bad enough, that couldn't prepare the poor old Courier for what was about to come next, no idea that she was about to start walking down a new road in life thinking her first would be her last. She would soon be proven wrong, as all of a sudden, the final one of the Legionnaires hiding behind another one of those abundant desert rocks jumped out of cover, and before the Courier could pull her pistol from her side, a ear-piercingly loud shotgun round was shot into Six's chest, making her fly backwards with a slight muffled scream.
It was then, time seemed to slow down, still alive, but definitely not kicking. Again, this happened to the Courier, and again, this would be the start of a new adventure, as cheesy as it sounded. She kept looking ahead, her body still not hitting any of the Mojave dirt, looking upwards at the Legion soldier, raising his shotgun into the air, celebrating his victory as he watched the legendary Courier, envoy of New Vegas, fall to her inevitable death.
Closing her eyes, for some reason, the Courier felt a great sense of age loom over her, as she was entirely convinced this would be the point in which her life would be put to rest. A single tear fell down her cheek, hoping that her friends, who she now considered family, would take over as leaders of the city that she had taken over.
A few moments passed, closing her eyes, waiting for her grave to be set in stone, yet nothing happened. Time slowed, and it kept slowing down, until it stopped. She couldn't open her eyes anymore, even though she felt as if she could. All she could see was nothing.
Nothing but the deep, dark abyss of the Void. It was only a few seconds later, her feet hit the pitch-black ground beneath her, and saw a strange light forming the silhouette of a man, and a wide smile on his face as he looked forward in the eyes of Courier Six.
That was a fact too obvious for expression back in post-Great War and pre-Great War America. Ever since the discovery of the atomic bomb in the 1940s, humanity has since then always had the capacity to destroy itself to surface zero. The Great War in 2077 then had this horrible "what if" situation become a terrifying reality for all the world to see, and experience. Not going into too much detail, let's just say America and China didn't get along with those last few buckets of oil lying around in Alaska. The bombs dropped, and so did everybody else. Billions had died as a result of the explosions that took place, many more from the invisible flames of radiation surrounding the blasts, but not everybody had been so foolish as to duck and cover under their desks, thinking they were safe.
Those like the Vault Dweller, the Chosen One, the Lone Wanderer, or even the Sole Survivor who arose 200 years after the War itself were all too familiar with the Vaults that were crafted before the war, supposedly designed to keep all of pre-War America safe, but with intents much more malicious than that. Human experimentation, dangerously real 'social experiments,' with enough radiation and forced evolutionary genetic engineering as one can muster.
210 years after the Great War however, is where a different story begins. Not starting off in a Vault-Tec underground fallout shelter, but instead just a messenger girl. A courier. The courier. All memories before the Courier Six took her job were nothing more than scattered dreams now. What she was supposed to deliver that day before she got a bullet lodged her head from a mysterious suited man named Benny however, she could definitely remember. That package going by one name, and that name being The Platinum Chip. At first glance, anybody could pass it for some sort of generic old poker chip, and nobody in the Mojave wasteland knew what power it held, nobody but Six, however. Well, her, the man who shot her in the head, and Mr. House, the one she was supposed to deliver this package to. All three of them in a silent competition to get that Chip, and gain control over New Vegas itself, one of the very few places in the Mojave wastes that are at least somewhat salvageable.
Of course though, if anybody but the Courier had gotten to the Chip first, this story might have ended on a very quick note. Using that Chip, Six had unlocked the true potential of Mr. House's army of Securitron robots, and with that, she had overthrown the tyrant of New Vegas, Mr. House himself. Only so much he could have done with a life-extending machine and a few billion dollars, after all. Benny, on the other hand, was already six feet under, much quicker than he anticipated. His death was taken responsible by the Courier as well, the very one he thought he had shot to her seemingly inevitable demise.
Now that those two were out of the way, New Vegas was all for Six to control, and with a bit more work, the rest of the Mojave as well. The New California Republic, more colloquially known as the NCR was no match for the Courier, and no less was the NCR's rival and sworn enemies, Caesar's Legion. Both the NCR and the Legion was two sides of the same coin to Six; corrupt, militaristic, and all of them were almost trying to repeat history, doomed to fail.
In the case of the NCR, they had much better souls than those in Caesar's Legion, but that didn't stop the greedy and scum-ridden higher-ups to suck all the money out of any civilian they could annex into their territories with absurdly high taxes. If anything, they tried much too hard to replicate pre-War America, and any soul would tell you that would just end up in more nuclear bombs being tossed around. Caesar's Legion however, was a group of much more violent warriors, taking their brutal influence from the ancient Romans, who were now lost in history as a result of the Great War.
Neither of them mattered to Six, as both of them would do nothing for the current state of the Mojave, even if they claimed they tried. If anyone was to gain power of the Hoover Dam, it would have to be the Courier, as she knew what truly had to be done to restore the entire world into a new age of peace and prosperity. One had to be free to act for themselves. That's exactly what had happened on the day the second battle for Hoover Dam had taken place.
On one side, Caesar's Legion on the East of the Dam. On the other, the NCR taking represent for the West. Or, so it seemed as if they did, with the Courier on their side. With the help of the NCR, her various travelling companions, and a few deserted factions caught in the middle of this battle, the Courier sent off the NCR with her now upgraded Securitron army just as quickly as they came.
Though New Vegas after the battle for the Dam was almost as perfect as Six envisioned it to be, that didn't stop her to ignore all the other problems taking place outside of her city. With that being said, the Courier's road wasn't quite finished yet. Anybody that knew her could tell you that if she wanted to do something, the Courier would do it with a drive.
So, she continued. Opening the gates of New Vegas once again, leaving her leadership in the hands of the various companions she had trusted, the Courier went out to continue her job as a messenger, and to become the message itself. Though, many problems would soon arise, and she'd get her wish for a New World, but not any world she'd come to expect. That New World, being the Omniverse.
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With the dust of the Mojave wasteland slipping under her boots, Six commenced her walk further ahead, giving one final look behind her, towards New Vegas, the city she put back into liberty and order. Well, for the most part, anyways. Looking forward once more, the Courier remained silent, hoping that this whole fiasco wouldn't last longer than it needed to be.
After all, she had a whole nation to look out for now, and the thought kept itching at the back of her mind that she might not have been able to handle it alone. She knew that wasn't true though, people respected her now, out of fear or otherwise. That was something the rest of the Mojave had to understand if they even wanted a chance at getting the power of the Dam, now forever in her clutches.
Checking the Pip-Boy's map stationed on her left arm, Six placed a map marker on the spot of Hidden Valley, hoping to negotiate something along the lines of a deal between the Brotherhood of Steel and herself. After all, they had the technology, and she had to let them know that leaving them, along with the NCR after the battle of the Dam was nothing personal.
Strapping on her breathing mask, the Courier kept walking forward, for what seemed like hours under the blazing hot sun of the Mojave, allowing the Blackjack symbol on the back of her courier duster to be seen by all that oppose her. Well, if there was anybody, that is.
Six paid no mind to it, but not even the mutant insects that usually roamed the lands were nowhere to be found, which was needless to say, strange. No matter, the more bullets she had to spare, the better.
Another few hours of walking passed, nothing new to be seen at all. The Courier was almost bored of it, but she knew better than to get cocky. It was obvious something out there was waiting for her to arrive. Six hadn't felt such a gut instinct in a while, but something inside of her told her it was true. Sighing, Six figured it was about time she'd stop worrying about it, since the heat wasn't doing much to help in that regard. Taking a sip of water from her Vault 13 canteen, the Courier wiped some sweat from her brow, putting the small container back on her side, parallel to her revolver holster.
Almost immediately thereafter, Six heard a .308 round being shot off a few ten meters away. It seemed to have been fired north of her position, but looking back there, all she saw was an overwhelmingly tall vantage point, and then a deep cliff dropping all the way down. Passing by a few large rocks, the Courier sneaked her way over to the end of the cliff, looking downwards. Peeking her head out of the edge of the cliff itself, the Courier saw... Nothing at all.
Just then, she immediately turned around, seeing a bright green laser being pointed towards her chest. It was then she had spoke her first word since this morning, slightly raspy from the lack of vocal communications.
"Damn."
With that wise word being said, Six immediately dived over to one of the rocks she had passed, giving her a good cover for the .50 caliber shot which had already sped it's way over, taking a huge chunk off the rock the Courier was hiding from. Unfortunately enough, she didn't get a good look at whoever was shooting at her, though that little trap they tried to pull was slightly clever, she'd admit. Even if that didn't work though, dealing with an Anti-materiel rifle wasn't exactly something she was looking forward to.
Though most people do have a hard time aiming .50 cal. rifles, she could still tell that whoever this was, he or she wasn't too great at aiming. Checking her Pip-Boy once again, she turned back to equip an incendiary grenade, which should be enough to distract whoever it was trying to kill her. Though, in that short moment she was pulling the pin and throwing it over her cover, she had to wonder which faction this person belonged to. Not like she cared though, anybody who wanted to shoot a few bullets at her better have been prepared to go down fighting.
As soon as she heard the flames of the grenade scatter, Six could see the laser frantically trying to see through the flames. Perfect.
Using this to her advantage, the Courier vaulted over the rock she was taking cover behind, sprinting forward to find another place to take shelter behind. Though it wasn't much, Six could definitely see the bright red feathers coming from her opponent's helmet. No wonder he wasn't the greatest shot, seeing how he was obviously a member of Caesar's Legion. The Courier couldn't help but snark.
"Quality Legion snipers..."
Diving forward once more, Six dodged another one of the Legionnaire's bullets by a hair. She could only imagine how annoyed he must have been right now. Growing tired of hiding, the Courier opened her Pip-Boy's inventory, before grabbing at her Ratslayer varmint rifle. Leaning to her right, The Courier scoped into the Legionnaire's head, before he ducked behind the rock he was hiding behind himself. Groaning in annoyance, the Courier waited for the man to come out of his little peep-hole, only to be waiting in silence.
Finally deciding to get up and investigate once more, the Courier turned around to stand up, almost expecting the Legionnaire to have ran away by now. It was only before she turned to face him again that she saw that this situation might have been a bit more complex than she originally had anticipated. Suddenly, with all the intimidation of the Legion itself, the Courier saw at least a baker's dozen more Legionnaires standing there, all of their weapons out.
A second of silence ensued, before their mighty war-cries could be heard, cursing the name of the Courier for her part in the deaths of both Caesar and his Legate, Lanius. Sighing once again, the Courier waited for them to get over with their pathetic battle grunts, taking out her Blood-Nap knife. While she was here, she might as well have a bit of fun with them, seeing how almost all of the Legionnaires were clutching onto horribly sharpened blades as well.
"Ohhh, little bitch decided to grow a pair!" One of the Legionnaires shouted out, to which the Courier rolled her eyes in response. Twirling her knife now in her dominant hand, she spoke again.
"You done? Because I didn't come here to play, Legion dog," Six spat out, with all the venom in her voice that even a Cazadore would be able to handle. With those little quips being exchanged, the Legionnaires groaned in annoyance, before yelling again, charging with whatever weapon they had available to them.
A few of the Legionnaires with their short-swords already had closed the distance with Six. Though they were almost close to Super Mutants in the "mindless brute" department, the Courier had to admit, the Legion weren't fools in the way they fought. They took no hesitation to attack all at once, but then again, they were just about as slow as your generic Super Mutant, making it easier for Six to dodge out of her way, in which she did in a heartbeat, blocking another couple swings with her knife in all different directions.
Deciding to put things to an end quick, the Courier used every opening she had available to her to slice and stab into each and every one of the Legionnaire's throats that even tried to pull swings at her. A few of the other Legionnaires sat back a while, mostly the ones with the guns, making sure this was a 'fair fight,' at least by their standards anyways.
Looking at the few Legionnaires with their guns down in the not-so far distance, the Courier was distracted enough to be completely oblivious to the fact another one of the Legion's swords were coming straight to her side. Feeling an extremely painful spike of adrenaline rush through her as the feeling of horribly cold steel ran through her flesh, she looked down to see that said sword running through her entire body, left to right. Already feeling blood coming up to her throat, the Courier looked off into the direction of the now smug Legionnaire that had recently stabbed her.
So, she spat at him. This time, literally. Thankfully enough, he wasn't one of the more wiser ones in the group to actually wear googles, so his now blood-stained and spit covered eyes caused him to scream in uncomfortably strange pain. Though her plan in giving herself some room to breathe worked, Six still had to deal with the unfortunate fact that a sword was still lodged in her body like a pedestal. Falling to one of her knees, the Courier grabbed at the hilt of the blade, pulling it out with a shrill gasp of pain as quickly as she could.
Reaching behind her, the Courier took out a few syringes of Med-X, before stabbing her barely covered arm with the strange doses of painkillers. The pain started to numb, but it was nonetheless hell to deal with. She counted at least four Legionnaires already dead by her hands, the blood satisfying to look at as it spilled to the sandy ground beneath all of them. As strangely pleasing as it was to look at, the Courier still couldn't help but remind herself that there was a lot more of these Legion scum to deal with.
Clenching at one of her now gaping wounds, Six decided she had to ignore the ridiculous amount of blood she was currently losing for now, instead focusing on another one of the Legionnaires coming at her with a Super sledge hammer. Not getting back up to her feet until the very moment the Legionnaire swung his mighty hammer towards her, Six waited until the very moment it was about to come colliding with her face. As quickly as the hammer came down, Six hopped straight back up, taking both of her hands and using the momentum already gained by the Legionnaire's swing to pull it from his hands, before giving him a heartfelt kick in the groin, making him fall down in horribly gut-wrenching pain.
As soon as his face hit the dusty floor of the Mojave wasteland, the Courier took the Legionnaire's super-sledge, and slamming it down on his face, taking a second to let all the pain sink in before activating the Super sledge's high tech mechanism which caused the hammerhead to break into his skull with a fast moving piston, causing the screams he was previously emitting to stop immediately. Dropping the hammer to the floor, Six looked around her, waiting for any other Caesar-worshiping trash to come her way.
All that was left, unfortunately for her, was the remaining few with the guns, all with their weapons aimed. If the Courier had to admit one sad fact about life, it was that it always has some way to put odds against you and completely screw you over somehow. Odds are always against you, but they're just numbers two-to-one, after all.
"You best hope that you all don't miss with that first shot, because you won't be getting another one," the Courier boasted in a scarily quiet tone, causing a few of those Legionnaires aiming at her to shiver slightly.
All around her, she could see nothing but barrels being pointed at her, all loaded and ready to fire, yet they weren't pulling any triggers for some reason. Do they want to humiliate her by waiting until she slipped onto her deathbed, or were they all really that scared? How fun, indeed.
Taking in a deep breath, the Courier closed her eyes to relax a bit, thinking about what exactly she should do here. It was then she got such a dumb and foolish idea, that it just might have worked here. Casually checking her Pip-Boy once again, she started poking at it's menus, obviously about to equip something in her vast arsenal of weapons. She could see a few of the Legionnaires whispering to each other, completely clueless to what she was doing. A few moments pass as Six reaches to her side to get her Vault 13 canteen and take yet another sip of water.
Closing her eyes once again, all of a sudden, the Legionnaire's eyes were met with the sight of the Courier pulling out a Fat Man mini-nuke launcher onto her shoulder, immediately causing a lot of the gun-wielding Legion troopers to start moving backwards as slowly as they all could.
"If I even hear one bullet being fired off here, I'll shoot this and kill us all with the blast, since you Legion mucus love huddling close together," Six began, "and if you all think you can kill me before I'll be able to fire it off, just remember that I already came back from the grave after taking two in the skull. We all can come to agreements, yes?" The Courier chuckled, aiming the Fat Man in the direction of few of the Legionnaires already beginning to scoot themselves backwards, already shaking in their boots.
Of course, she wasn't actually going to fire this thing off, but it was really surprising to see how they believed she would have. Then again, even Six convinced herself that she was damn near nuts sometimes, but she supposed that was part of her charm, if she had any at all at this point. Dismissing the thought, the Courier continued to watch as the Legionnaires began to lower their weapons, continuing to whisper among themselves. It was then that Six used this opening to her advantage, throwing off another one of her incendiary grenades in their general direction, jumping into cover as she did so. Though she did it faster than even the Legionnaires could even react, that still didn't stop her from gasping as soon as she landed, seeing as the wound in her side she almost forgot about was starting to return, with painful effect.
The group of Legion soldiers started cursing, and then screaming in agony as the burning hot fires of phosphorus-induced flames surrounded them. Jumping out of cover with her Lucky revolver in hand, she shot down the already inflamed Legionnaires, finishing them off quickly. Thinking she had defeated them all, she speed loaded her revolver, before putting it back in her holster.
As soon as she got a moment to herself and enough room to breathe, the Courier already began to feel the seeping wound getting worse and worse, seeing as it was still dripping blood. Still clutching at it, Six began to slowly walk forward, continuing to look at the blurry image of her blood spilling from her sides.
Though that was bad enough, that couldn't prepare the poor old Courier for what was about to come next, no idea that she was about to start walking down a new road in life thinking her first would be her last. She would soon be proven wrong, as all of a sudden, the final one of the Legionnaires hiding behind another one of those abundant desert rocks jumped out of cover, and before the Courier could pull her pistol from her side, a ear-piercingly loud shotgun round was shot into Six's chest, making her fly backwards with a slight muffled scream.
It was then, time seemed to slow down, still alive, but definitely not kicking. Again, this happened to the Courier, and again, this would be the start of a new adventure, as cheesy as it sounded. She kept looking ahead, her body still not hitting any of the Mojave dirt, looking upwards at the Legion soldier, raising his shotgun into the air, celebrating his victory as he watched the legendary Courier, envoy of New Vegas, fall to her inevitable death.
Closing her eyes, for some reason, the Courier felt a great sense of age loom over her, as she was entirely convinced this would be the point in which her life would be put to rest. A single tear fell down her cheek, hoping that her friends, who she now considered family, would take over as leaders of the city that she had taken over.
A few moments passed, closing her eyes, waiting for her grave to be set in stone, yet nothing happened. Time slowed, and it kept slowing down, until it stopped. She couldn't open her eyes anymore, even though she felt as if she could. All she could see was nothing.
Nothing but the deep, dark abyss of the Void. It was only a few seconds later, her feet hit the pitch-black ground beneath her, and saw a strange light forming the silhouette of a man, and a wide smile on his face as he looked forward in the eyes of Courier Six.