So...uh..Hi, How are ya-EEP!

*Dodges the minigun fire, lasers and the nukes. Where did you get all that?*

DON'T KILL ME I'M SORRY!

Anyway, It's been too long since I updated this so I figured why not. Don't have much to say right now, so...yeah...um...Fallout 76 is pretty bad? Yeah, I know. Everyone say's it's the worst game ever, and yeah it's pretty bad. But what I think most people forget is that this game is not a mainline fallout game. This is an experiment for Bethesda. They are testing an idea, and it's result is poor. Likely they will never try this again and the next main Fallout game will cater to fan demand more. It's not the end of the franchise, they will fix this...hopefully. Most likely...Anyway!

HERE COME DA REVIEWS

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Guest: On it. And if you needed this until you read it, then you might need some more things in your life.

radomeperson: That would be pretty funny. Sadly, he is not the immortal badass motherf*&^er that is Samuel L Jackson. No one can be as badass as he is.

Guest: Your wish is granted!

shadyxlr: Why yes it is!

PBxJF: But is it though

The Blind Idiot God Azeroth: Forgive me!

Let's get started

If there was one thing to describe Six's mood right now, it would be bored out of his fucking mind. Of course, it wasn't his decision to wait outside the door for the Seeker, Spymaster and the Priest to finish up having a slap fight with themselves. Then again, he supposed it would be for the best. After all, they did make it very clear that they would 'interrogate' him later. Ha. Still however, the downtime did allow him to perform necessary maintenance on his weapons. He ignored the wander's around him as they stared in either awe or fear of him. He did look intimidating in his elite riot gear if he said so himself.

The first thing to check up on was with his machete. Easy enough, he just wiped off the dirt and grime from the blade and for now he set it aside. He'll sharpen it later, didn't really feel like doing it at the current moment. Next up was his sniper rifle. Christine's rifle, while silent and deadly, was about as tough as a NCR recruit. That to say, weak as molasses. Still though, he didn't use it much recently so he didn't need to do much. The Survivalists Rifle was pretty tough, years upon years of use made it a durable weapon, and it served him well. He never bothered with fixing the iron sights, he gotten used to using them like it was. Dinner Bell was up next, and it really didn't need much. Just a cleaning and it was good. Red Lucy's old weapon was a favorite of Six's, it brought him three things, a handy gun, an intimidating presence, and a good memory. That night with her was...pleasant. He hadn't been laid in a while back then, and was very...stressed. Stressed as in 'Oh god, I have to look behind my shoulder every ten seconds in-case Legion Assassins try to stab me in the back.' So Red Lucy helped out...a lot. He wondered how she was doing right now. Hoped she was well. Then again, the girl was crazy and was probably tearing apart death-claws with her bare hands. Probably what she was doing right now. Finally, he went to inspect A Light Shining in Darkness. His Anti-Material Rifle didn't need cleaning right now, and Sprtel being cleaned in front of a lot of people would bring up...negative results. So he ignored it for now. His pistol needed a lot of cleaning. It was drenched in grime and demon goo or something resembling blood perhaps. Thus, he got to work. Wiping off the dirt, he began to repair the pistol with some spare scrap metal he had. Finishing up, he holstered the gun before picking back up his machete and began to sharpen it.

He sharpened his blade for a good bit, listening to the church members arguing among themselves behind the closed door. Stuff about the breach, some about the kid Fiya, stuff about the Chantry, even some stuff about him. Smart he supposed, but dumb. Didn't matter though, they try to restrain him he'd blow their brains out, regardless of the intentions or collateral damage. As he was about to finish up, the front entrance of the building opened, and Fiya stepped in. Seems like she was awake. He could hear the crowd behind her as the door shut closed. She walked towards him, and noticed Six just as she reached for the door. "Oh, I didn't see you...seven?"

"Six, close enough." He put down the Machete, and looked straight at her through his helmet. She shuddered at the sight of the red gleams of light boring straight at her. It was unnerving to look at that helmet. "They're inside. Better face the music."

"Shouldn't you also?"

"Nah, not the biggest problem. Your the one with the Jesus hand." Fiya cocked her head to her side, confused. "Don't ask. Get inside." He nodded to the door, and which she responded with entering the door. He waited for the argument to end. Lot's of bickering, lots of yelling, Fiya being sensible. Ironic, the head of the most powerful force in the world can't even control an argument. Couldn't even stay calm once he was accused of something. Soon enough, he came stomping out, shooting a glare at Six. The Courier flipped him the bird in response, not caring for his disgusted look. Soon enough, he heard something from the Kid herself. "If your truly trying to restore order...

"We Are." Leliana.

"Help us fix this before it's too late." Cassandra.

Nothing for a bit, then more muttering. Then they stepped out of the room. All three of them looked at Six, who had put away his machete and was standing up. Fiya with a smile, Leliana with a passive look, and Cassandra with a harsh glare. Seemed like that was her only expression. So he ignored her. As they left for a moment, he also exited the Church and walked down the path towards the bar. He was thirsty. First however, he dropped off his stuff at his tent. Placing his larger tools in a chest he had, he kept his pistol and his rifle on him as he headed to the bar. As he reached for the door, he heard a voice from behind him. "A moment of your time?"

Six turned, Solas stood behind him, staff in hand and a smile on his face. Six shrugged, why not? He followed the elf out onto a pathway. Six kept his hand on his gun, waiting for a signal to draw and put the elf down. Being asked to follow someone and going to the middle of nowhere...makes one suspicious. They stopped in the middle of a clearing, far from any prying ears. "So, what do you want to talk about?" He asked, his hand shaking.

"You. Your weapons specifically." Solas replied. Six didn't move his hand any farther from his pistol. "I've never seen something like your weapons before. They fire projectiles too small to see from a distance, yet too fast to avoid. They punch through flesh and bone stronger than any blade, and cause more damage then any spell I've seen or cast. And your weapons of light seem similar to magic, yet not...this makes one wonder how you came across them."

"Found em'. Qunari made. Found a wreckage on the coast, chest had em' with the armor. Made modifications to the suit to help with it."

"Interesting. Something that most people would believe. But I don't." The Elf turned to the masked Courier and faced him. "I know your not from this world. You come from another planet."

Silence from Six. His hand was dangerously close to his gun, and he drew it. He pointed it at the Elf's hand and fingered the trigger. He was tempted, Solas could tell. "Kill me if you want, but you'll never get my help to return you to your realm." Six stayed still, his pistol still aimed at the Elf's skull. But he relented and put the gun down. "How'd you find out?"

"Logic. Cause and effect. Your accent, your armor, you did well to hide the insignia but I noticed the cracks. Your behavior spoke of someone not from a land like this, more like a survivor." Six holsted his gun and began to walk away. back to Haven. Solas followed him, curious to ask more questions. "I must ask, what was your world like? It must be a powerful place if you have weapons like that."

"It's a shithole that blew up a long time ago." Six stopped for a moment, and turned to the elf. "Tell anyone, I'll put a hole between your eyes."

"Very well." The Courier then continued back to Haven, with Solas in hand. They were silent the way back, with Six stewing many, many, violent thoughts. But he wouldn't act on these thoughts. After all, the elf said that he would help Six get home. If he even wanted to get home that is. Once they arrived, they noticed the soldiers gathering up in front of the church, saluting 5 figures. Cassandra, Cullen, Leliana, a new woman who had dark skin and a frivolous dress, and...Fiya? Oh well. He then noticed the flag waving, a fiery eye with a sword through it.

The Inquisition was Reborn.

"Shit."

Welp, that's that. The update is complete. Here you go. A Shorter update, but I wanted to ease back in to writing Fallout/Dragon Age. Hence the shorter chapter.

I've been replaying Fallout New Vegas, and I remember why it's one of my favorite RPG's of all time (Everything. Everything about it is great. Go play it) and that tempts me to make a new Fallout Story to either compliment this one or replace it. I dunno, but I do know I don't want to disappoint anyone. So, what do you guy's think? Should I continue this, even though I have no ideas and no plan for this story, or should I replace it with something more tempting, more fun to write, something else...maybe something where the Courier ends up in some fantasy world and shows the world the way's of the wasteland (Basically Murder, Death, Suffering, War never Changes, ETC ETC).

Thanks for reading, hope you have a great day!