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Water Chip? Been There, Done That
The year was two thousand, two hundred, eighty two, shortly after the second battle of Hoover Dam. When the NCR and Legion were driven back by the infamous Courier Six, the wasteland became much more chaotic, but it was soon quenched with the help of securitron army that dealt with any chaos that dared to rise.
From the top of Lucky thirty eight, the courier looked down below, on a people bustling below, drinking alcohol, taking drugs and wasting their money on casinos, his casinos. The man had fairly long black hair, that partially covered his ears, green eyes, no beard whatsoever, slim eyebrows and a long vertical scar that run from the middle of his left brown down to the end of chin. It looked like it was made long time ago, by a knife or something similar.
He wore a long sleeveless leather duster, covered with straps and reinforced with both deathclaw's skin and combat plates, which protected his torso, kneecaps and other vital areas. On the duster's back an Old World's Flag was painted, bringing back the memories of America before the great war. The man's hair was covered by a red beret, his mouth by a breathing mask and a pair of lucky shades covering his eyes. The man was pretty tall, at least one meter eighty centimetres, with both of his muscular arms covered in so many scars, that it was hard to find a spot that wasn't ever affected one way or another.
Shaking his head, he turned around and began making his way towards the elevator. No matter how many times he tried, he could not see himself staying here and governing this whole mess. There was a reason, he gave Yes-Man access to technology of Sierra Madre and big mountain, before giving it one last order. The machine had one mission, to help humanity rebuild itself by.
At first he wasn’t sure, if the machine could do something like this, but Yes-Man exceeded his expectations and courier could not help but think of him of a good friend, that he could always rely on. That why it was so painful, to do what he was about to do. He pressed the button, waited for the elevator, stepped in and rode to the Penthouse.
***
“So, Yes-Man, I guess this is goodbye,” The courier said as he stood in front of massive computer. The computer was at least three meters high, with major part being taken by a huge screen, which were currently occupied by cartony face with a smile.
“Are you sure? I mean you are always right, but even I am not sure, why would you want to do something like this?” The machine asked, it’s cheerful demeanour deceiving as always.
“Yes, I am sure. I am a courier at heart, and nothing will change it, not even becoming an overlord of New Vegas. I may come back one day, but right now, I just want to go back to desert. I know that you can handle it, so I am not worried. In any event, take care, friend,” Courier said, smiled under his mask, turned around and left, leaving Yes-Man behind who could watch his friend go away.
“I know you will, good luck, courier,” The machine muttered to itself, while watching the courier enter the elevator and leave.
***
“Yep, I have missed you so much, Mojave…,” The courier muttered and stretched a little. The sun was scorching, it’s rays reflecting on nearby rocks. Even the air glimmered from the sheer temperature, making it one of the least hospitable regions in the whole world.
The man breathed in the air, before he smiled and set out, his combat shoes stomping on the asphalt that has cracked decades ago. He was heading north, towards the edge of the Mojave, towards the road he had never been to before.
As he was walking north, his implant enhanced eyes noticed a figure in T-51B power armour heading towards him. He bore no decals of Brotherhood of Steel and the armour looked pretty rusty, so the courier relaxed a little, but just in case he materialized one of his favourite weapons, superheated saturnite katana.
It was a custom made sword made by him using an alloy he found in Big Mountain Research Facility. The sword itself could cut through almost anything and had incredible durability. The sword resembled katana from top to bottom with some minor details, including silver gleam of the alloy and a heat radiating inside the blade itself. It gave the blade a resemblance similar to that of hot iron, which was being melted.
He began scanning his opponent and noticed that the man was fairly tough, although his armour had absolutely no damage threshold for whatever reason. It surprised the courier, but he paid it no mind. The two got closer, before suddenly the stranger pulled a Gatling laser and aimed at the courier.
The courier then entered the combat stance and waited for his opponent to speak or do something. However, before any of them could do something, a bright light shone on courier’s right and out of nowhere two people, wearing suits of power armour appeared.
The first one was coloured in Nuka-Cola colours, making the courier chuckle, while the second one was painted white, making the courier question the intelligence of the newcomers. The Nuka Armour, looked similar to Enclave Power Armour, but worse. It had many weak points, the armour on behind didn’t cover basically anything and it’s power source was exposed.
The second one, looked like heavily modified T-45d power armour, but much more bulky and as badly designed as the previous one. It even shared the same design errors, especially on the back, making it look like it was put together by someone who had no clue how to design an armour or anything like this.
As the courier pondered about the odd duo, he noticed another pair of strangers coming towards him. One had T-51b power armour and a plasma caster, while the other wore an Enclave Power Armour and carried a Pulse Rifle. The courier heard about this weapon, but he never managed to get his hand on one. He also noticed that both individuals had a squad of beings following them.
The one with T-51b power armour was flanked by two males, a woman and a dog, while the second individual was being followed by a group of four. The first one was a humanoid figure wearing a long sleeved, hooded robe. The second one was a cyberdog, the third one was a super mutant carring a plasma caster and the last one was a robobrain caring a Gauss Rifle.
The courier swallowed nervously, his gaze switching between four individuals, before he settled on the one with Nuka-Cola power armour. He activated his AR scanner implant and almost choked as he read through the statistics. The individual had two million health points and threat level extreme. It was impossible, no human could ever be as strong as that man was.
Calming himself down, the courier turned towards individual and asked, “Hello there, may I ask who are you?”
The man turned towards him and said, “I am known as General of the Minuteman, Sole Survivor. You there, have you seen my son? He is a baby, I can not find him.”
The courier was about to deny, when a though crossed his mind and he grinned like crazy under his mask. “Shaun, I think I remember him. He was a small boy, brown hair, pre-war clothes and no glasses, am I correct?” The courier lied, hoping his luck would not fail him. Luckily it seemed like lady luck was on his side, when the man nodded his head. The courier then calmed down and began speaking, his voice lowered and sad, “I am sorry to say, but one of the fiends known as Cook-Cook raped him and then burnt him to ashes...”
The man fell down on his knees and began screaming, “Shaun! No! Shaun!” And then his head exploded and he fell down dead. His companion then began screaming himself, before his head exploded as well and both fell dead to the ground.
The courier blinked a few times, before he began laughing like crazy, not believing that the man was dumb enough to fall for it. However, the first individual began speaking, cutting his speech short, “Hey, you there! You are with the Enclave aren’t you?! I will KEEL YOU!” The man then pointed his weapon at the stranger with Enclave Power Armour before he and his team blasted the idiot apart, his body parts painting the desert red.
For a few seconds it was silent, before both groups turned towards him and the with Enclave Power armour began speaking, “That was pretty good, how did you do that?”
The courier shrugged and answered, “No clue, but I don’t know why but he pissed me off to no end. And it feels good now that both of these idiots are dead.”
“I know, right? Thank god, there is something as head-cannon and fan-non, so we can all agree that those guys shouldn’t exist in the first place,” The stranger in Enclave Power armour answered.
“Agreed, now allow me to introduce myself. I am known as Courier Six, pleasure to meet you,” The courier said and tipped his beret.
“I am known as Chosen One and these are my friends and allies,” The Chosen One said and gestured towards his team. “It is good to meet you, Courier Six.”
“People call me Vault Dweller and those are my friends. Pleasure to meet you,” The Vault Dweller answered.
“Hmm… I know of you guys, you are legends of the wasteland and It is an honour meeting you. That said, what do you say about the an all out duel between us? The last one standing wins,” The courier proposed and waited for the response.
“Fine then, that works for me. If anything goes wrong, I will just reload a savefile, after we killed those idiots,” Chosen One agreed and the fight begun.
Both the courier and the vault dweller alongside his companions turned their attention towards Chosen One and began firing their weapons. The cyberdog charged forwards and engaged with a brawl with the other dog, their jaws snapping furiously.
The first one to fall was a man in a leather jacket, his body torn apart. However, Vault Dweller did not wait and killed the cyberdog, but only when his own dog was killed. The fight continued for a few seconds until only both the Chosen One and the Supermutant were still alive.
The courier suffered some minor injuries, but he was already healing, while the supermutant had multiple burns and bullet holes and the Chosen One, looked pretty hurt himself. The courier then activated all the drugs in existence including: Psycho, Slasher, Implant GRX, Battle Brew and Med-x. He then summoned industrial hand and charged at the supermutant cutting it apart.
However, the Chosen One then fired an attack to the groin, but the courier did not budge and the due stood between each other, their eyes locked, “Why wasn’t a single of my attacks critical?! And how can you take so much damage?!”
“One, critical strikes no longer work on me, and two I have got 85% damage resistance with an additional 75% Fire and Energy weapon resistance. Which means, I do not take basically any damage, especially since my DT protects from everything,” The courier explained and charged forward.
However, the chosen one tossed the Holy Hand Grenade and the area exploded in a blinding light. For a few seconds, the dust swirled around the area, before it settled down, leaving courier with many burns and wounds but still alive. The same could not be said about his opponent.
“Well, I guess I won,” The courier muttered and reloaded a savefile.
***
“So, you won… Damn, you are tough, those mechanics are broken…,” The Chosen One complained as the group walked back towards New Vegas.
The courier shrugged and said, “Hey, not my fault that gamebryo is the worst engine and existence and allows that. At least, we killed those idiots, so now we can drink in peace.”
“Agreed, now let’s us drink for the future of franchise and that bethesda goes bankrupt!” The Chosen One cheered and the group smiled, knowing that not everything was lost.
From the top of Lucky thirty eight, the courier looked down below, on a people bustling below, drinking alcohol, taking drugs and wasting their money on casinos, his casinos. The man had fairly long black hair, that partially covered his ears, green eyes, no beard whatsoever, slim eyebrows and a long vertical scar that run from the middle of his left brown down to the end of chin. It looked like it was made long time ago, by a knife or something similar.
He wore a long sleeveless leather duster, covered with straps and reinforced with both deathclaw's skin and combat plates, which protected his torso, kneecaps and other vital areas. On the duster's back an Old World's Flag was painted, bringing back the memories of America before the great war. The man's hair was covered by a red beret, his mouth by a breathing mask and a pair of lucky shades covering his eyes. The man was pretty tall, at least one meter eighty centimetres, with both of his muscular arms covered in so many scars, that it was hard to find a spot that wasn't ever affected one way or another.
Shaking his head, he turned around and began making his way towards the elevator. No matter how many times he tried, he could not see himself staying here and governing this whole mess. There was a reason, he gave Yes-Man access to technology of Sierra Madre and big mountain, before giving it one last order. The machine had one mission, to help humanity rebuild itself by.
At first he wasn’t sure, if the machine could do something like this, but Yes-Man exceeded his expectations and courier could not help but think of him of a good friend, that he could always rely on. That why it was so painful, to do what he was about to do. He pressed the button, waited for the elevator, stepped in and rode to the Penthouse.
***
“So, Yes-Man, I guess this is goodbye,” The courier said as he stood in front of massive computer. The computer was at least three meters high, with major part being taken by a huge screen, which were currently occupied by cartony face with a smile.
“Are you sure? I mean you are always right, but even I am not sure, why would you want to do something like this?” The machine asked, it’s cheerful demeanour deceiving as always.
“Yes, I am sure. I am a courier at heart, and nothing will change it, not even becoming an overlord of New Vegas. I may come back one day, but right now, I just want to go back to desert. I know that you can handle it, so I am not worried. In any event, take care, friend,” Courier said, smiled under his mask, turned around and left, leaving Yes-Man behind who could watch his friend go away.
“I know you will, good luck, courier,” The machine muttered to itself, while watching the courier enter the elevator and leave.
***
“Yep, I have missed you so much, Mojave…,” The courier muttered and stretched a little. The sun was scorching, it’s rays reflecting on nearby rocks. Even the air glimmered from the sheer temperature, making it one of the least hospitable regions in the whole world.
The man breathed in the air, before he smiled and set out, his combat shoes stomping on the asphalt that has cracked decades ago. He was heading north, towards the edge of the Mojave, towards the road he had never been to before.
As he was walking north, his implant enhanced eyes noticed a figure in T-51B power armour heading towards him. He bore no decals of Brotherhood of Steel and the armour looked pretty rusty, so the courier relaxed a little, but just in case he materialized one of his favourite weapons, superheated saturnite katana.
It was a custom made sword made by him using an alloy he found in Big Mountain Research Facility. The sword itself could cut through almost anything and had incredible durability. The sword resembled katana from top to bottom with some minor details, including silver gleam of the alloy and a heat radiating inside the blade itself. It gave the blade a resemblance similar to that of hot iron, which was being melted.
He began scanning his opponent and noticed that the man was fairly tough, although his armour had absolutely no damage threshold for whatever reason. It surprised the courier, but he paid it no mind. The two got closer, before suddenly the stranger pulled a Gatling laser and aimed at the courier.
The courier then entered the combat stance and waited for his opponent to speak or do something. However, before any of them could do something, a bright light shone on courier’s right and out of nowhere two people, wearing suits of power armour appeared.
The first one was coloured in Nuka-Cola colours, making the courier chuckle, while the second one was painted white, making the courier question the intelligence of the newcomers. The Nuka Armour, looked similar to Enclave Power Armour, but worse. It had many weak points, the armour on behind didn’t cover basically anything and it’s power source was exposed.
The second one, looked like heavily modified T-45d power armour, but much more bulky and as badly designed as the previous one. It even shared the same design errors, especially on the back, making it look like it was put together by someone who had no clue how to design an armour or anything like this.
As the courier pondered about the odd duo, he noticed another pair of strangers coming towards him. One had T-51b power armour and a plasma caster, while the other wore an Enclave Power Armour and carried a Pulse Rifle. The courier heard about this weapon, but he never managed to get his hand on one. He also noticed that both individuals had a squad of beings following them.
The one with T-51b power armour was flanked by two males, a woman and a dog, while the second individual was being followed by a group of four. The first one was a humanoid figure wearing a long sleeved, hooded robe. The second one was a cyberdog, the third one was a super mutant carring a plasma caster and the last one was a robobrain caring a Gauss Rifle.
The courier swallowed nervously, his gaze switching between four individuals, before he settled on the one with Nuka-Cola power armour. He activated his AR scanner implant and almost choked as he read through the statistics. The individual had two million health points and threat level extreme. It was impossible, no human could ever be as strong as that man was.
Calming himself down, the courier turned towards individual and asked, “Hello there, may I ask who are you?”
The man turned towards him and said, “I am known as General of the Minuteman, Sole Survivor. You there, have you seen my son? He is a baby, I can not find him.”
The courier was about to deny, when a though crossed his mind and he grinned like crazy under his mask. “Shaun, I think I remember him. He was a small boy, brown hair, pre-war clothes and no glasses, am I correct?” The courier lied, hoping his luck would not fail him. Luckily it seemed like lady luck was on his side, when the man nodded his head. The courier then calmed down and began speaking, his voice lowered and sad, “I am sorry to say, but one of the fiends known as Cook-Cook raped him and then burnt him to ashes...”
The man fell down on his knees and began screaming, “Shaun! No! Shaun!” And then his head exploded and he fell down dead. His companion then began screaming himself, before his head exploded as well and both fell dead to the ground.
The courier blinked a few times, before he began laughing like crazy, not believing that the man was dumb enough to fall for it. However, the first individual began speaking, cutting his speech short, “Hey, you there! You are with the Enclave aren’t you?! I will KEEL YOU!” The man then pointed his weapon at the stranger with Enclave Power Armour before he and his team blasted the idiot apart, his body parts painting the desert red.
For a few seconds it was silent, before both groups turned towards him and the with Enclave Power armour began speaking, “That was pretty good, how did you do that?”
The courier shrugged and answered, “No clue, but I don’t know why but he pissed me off to no end. And it feels good now that both of these idiots are dead.”
“I know, right? Thank god, there is something as head-cannon and fan-non, so we can all agree that those guys shouldn’t exist in the first place,” The stranger in Enclave Power armour answered.
“Agreed, now allow me to introduce myself. I am known as Courier Six, pleasure to meet you,” The courier said and tipped his beret.
“I am known as Chosen One and these are my friends and allies,” The Chosen One said and gestured towards his team. “It is good to meet you, Courier Six.”
“People call me Vault Dweller and those are my friends. Pleasure to meet you,” The Vault Dweller answered.
“Hmm… I know of you guys, you are legends of the wasteland and It is an honour meeting you. That said, what do you say about the an all out duel between us? The last one standing wins,” The courier proposed and waited for the response.
“Fine then, that works for me. If anything goes wrong, I will just reload a savefile, after we killed those idiots,” Chosen One agreed and the fight begun.
Both the courier and the vault dweller alongside his companions turned their attention towards Chosen One and began firing their weapons. The cyberdog charged forwards and engaged with a brawl with the other dog, their jaws snapping furiously.
The first one to fall was a man in a leather jacket, his body torn apart. However, Vault Dweller did not wait and killed the cyberdog, but only when his own dog was killed. The fight continued for a few seconds until only both the Chosen One and the Supermutant were still alive.
The courier suffered some minor injuries, but he was already healing, while the supermutant had multiple burns and bullet holes and the Chosen One, looked pretty hurt himself. The courier then activated all the drugs in existence including: Psycho, Slasher, Implant GRX, Battle Brew and Med-x. He then summoned industrial hand and charged at the supermutant cutting it apart.
However, the Chosen One then fired an attack to the groin, but the courier did not budge and the due stood between each other, their eyes locked, “Why wasn’t a single of my attacks critical?! And how can you take so much damage?!”
“One, critical strikes no longer work on me, and two I have got 85% damage resistance with an additional 75% Fire and Energy weapon resistance. Which means, I do not take basically any damage, especially since my DT protects from everything,” The courier explained and charged forward.
However, the chosen one tossed the Holy Hand Grenade and the area exploded in a blinding light. For a few seconds, the dust swirled around the area, before it settled down, leaving courier with many burns and wounds but still alive. The same could not be said about his opponent.
“Well, I guess I won,” The courier muttered and reloaded a savefile.
***
“So, you won… Damn, you are tough, those mechanics are broken…,” The Chosen One complained as the group walked back towards New Vegas.
The courier shrugged and said, “Hey, not my fault that gamebryo is the worst engine and existence and allows that. At least, we killed those idiots, so now we can drink in peace.”
“Agreed, now let’s us drink for the future of franchise and that bethesda goes bankrupt!” The Chosen One cheered and the group smiled, knowing that not everything was lost.
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