I'd just put Rena in bed after dinner and was working on my armor when my newest personal droid assistant suddenly notified me of someone having appeared in the sink. They had been "detained" by the newest droids I had. They were veritable powerhouses, sporting an assaultron head laser, four arms, one an automatic laser rifle, one a missile launcher, the other two normal. Their armor was based on my own with a much more complex droid brain, much like the scientist versions I had.
I rode up a small elevator and stepped out to find an unshaven, black haired man with some torn up riot gear on. He had a scar from his brow to above his ear making a large bald line cutting through the hairdo he had. At his sides rested four pistols, a fat square 10mm, That Gun, a short 1911 with a snakeskin colored grip, and an intricately decorated silver 9mm and a pearl grip with the image of a woman on it.
On his back was a service rifle I recognized as the survivalists rifle, with ARRÊT! carved into the stock. We stood there looking at each other till he suddenly spoke in a voice that sounded oddly familiar for some reason. Then it hit me, he sounded just like the head of the armory at HQ in my first life. I couldn't really remember the guys name but people called him Zank or something weird. He always sounded a little crazy to me and this guy gave off the same vibe as him.
"I recognize you! You're the one who pulled me out of that grave. I mean, at first I thought you were some kind of hallucination. A big metal man ontop of the old water tower? How could that be real. Then the creepy robot said a metal angel seemed to descend from the heavens to save me. At that point I thought we were both crazy, but now, I've actually found you! AHAHAHAH HEHEHE HAHAHA! This is awesome! So where the armor you were wearing, I remember it looking something like Brotherhood of Steel power armor. Can I see it? Please?"
Looking at the weirdo I strained to remain passive. I had to remember that he is
courier 6. He was the protagonist of Fallout New Vegas, one of the most powerful people in the world. He was not in fact a weird man with a familiar voice, but a very dangerous individual. "M8-3, set all security to red, and bring my old armor the the lab please." My assistant answered with an affirmative and I spoke again while pointing at 6 "I will not tolerate any craziness within my crater. I will give you my old armor and you will take that and leave. If you want to pay me back for the armor then deliver some of my bots to the Repconn HQ near New Vegas. Additionally I ask that if you leave this facility that you always take a guard contingent with you as the animals are not welcoming towards outsiders and Mobius's roboscorpions are still a problem in some parts of the crater. If you have understood me then nod your head." I did my best to speak like a drill sergeant in hopes that I had gotten through that thick skull of his.
He gave me a massive grin showing a massive fang like canine. He waggled his head in a vague nod and I led him into the elevator. He, M8-3 and I entered the lab as he gazed in wonder at the multiple projects I had going on. The largest project taking up the middle of the lab was my attempt at an LAAT for carrying my droids. It could potentially hold up to 60 droids and a combat/flight AI for assault.
Courier 6 was showing his protagonist power by geeking out over my LAAT and other projects including the power armor I had built. I stopped him as he nearly removed his head by somehow activating my old plasma cannon. I taught him how to use the armor and weapons then sent him into the training area to spend a few hours. I worked on my armor for that time till he stumbled back in exhausted despite the powered armor. I had M8-3 take him to a room and sleep while I set up mush heavier security throughout the think tank dome.
I hit the sack and woke up the next morning, just a few hours later, with a killer headache likely brought on by my nightmares. I had seen some horrible things in my first life so seeing them now in my nightmares was expected. I had a good breakfast with Rena and was helping her learn her powers when 6 walked in. He stood in the entrance with his mouth agape as Rena caused a target to spontaneously combust in flames. After a bit he seemed to shrug it off and quickly joined us after his own breakfast and a look over of the data I had on her abilities.
6 gave some pretty good insight and suggestions, so I let him stay as we experiment. After a snack and a few stories she passed out for a nap. I then took 6 to the training area and put him through his paces with a squad of droids at my back. He managed to whoop my ass most of the time despite the superior numbers with decent combat power.
At lunch I gave him a mission with free use of my old power armor as reward and access to the "public facilities" of Big MT. I gave him gave him temporary access to my armor and a small army of bots and before dinner M8-3 had already reported that Mobius was dead and the entire forbidden zone was mine. Mobius had been a massive pain in my ass from day one with his stupid roboscorpions.
With the place finally mine I had true control over Big MT. It was time to go all out to improve this world before I left. But before I could 6 brought something up in hopes I knew something, and I did know something. He had started picking up radio signals repeating Ulysses's message calling him to the divide. I explained to him what I knew, Ulysses and he used to be couriers who frequented the route through the divide. That he had delivered a package, likely the platinum chip, through the place and the old military scanners picked it up and it activated the nuclear stockpiles beneath the area.
I didn't remember much anymore but I knew enough for him to get an understanding. With nothing else to do here he set off via the transportalponder. I had mostly figured out the teleportation stuff but lots of it was extremely complicated, so complicated that I'd need to dedicate more time than I had currently to figuring it out. Right now I was running into the same problem I had had in Star Wars, new or different stuff would pop up and I'd need to update my designs. I needed to complete my suit before my next fall but I was stuck in a loop. It didn't help that my adopted little magical girl had taken a liking to randomly disassembling thing and I didn't have the heart to tell her to stop.
With the courier gone live became more organized and I was eventually able to send out large groups of droids to eliminate threats to the wastes and expand my control. Two months passed as I ran around doing stuff while tracking what 6 was doing. He had already dealt with the divide problems and walked out with Ulysses by his side and no nuclear bombs dropped on significant areas.
This development showed that he didn't have just a silver tongue, but a gold tongue. The only real apocalypse threats now active were the tunnelers and the cloud. The tunnelers would be dealt with by my new bots while I really just wanted to erase the old cloud covered casino town with as many nukes as I could hit it with. I'd hated that dlc and its bullshit. I'd have to put some big fans on the bots I sent in there to keep the cloud away from them.
With thoughts swirling about I lay down in bed to hopefully get some good sleep.