1 - Outta Luck

"Well, Six, what do you think?" Arcade asked, the scientist looking towards the man he was talking to. Instead of him wearing his usual Elite Riot Gear, he wore a suit of X-01 Power Armor.

"Well since the crate returned safely. It's safe to assume that this thing won't go wrong." Six somehow radioed his speech. The Followers of the Apocalypse nodded and smiled towards him, happy that their modified molecular relay (with a little help from Big MT) is safely working.

Safely working.

This started with an idea from a former Institute scientist and engineer, who came to the Mojave after the events in the Commonwealth, where they could search for new materials to help and rebuild the remains of Freeside, and maybe assist Independent New Vegas in the nearby future, all because of the Courier's help.

And after a week's worth, they managed to get it working.

"Well Six, good luck getting to the other side in one piece." Julie patted the Courier's armored shoulder. Said person looked towards her and gave her a thumbs up, as Julie nodded and proceeded to where Arcade was.

'Well, my luck better not fail me now. All this progress and if something goes wrong… eh, I prepared Yes Man and the others on what to do when I somehow die or go missing.' The Courier thought. 'Although, I do hope it doesn't come to that.'

The reason behind the Six wearing heavy armor is because he wasn't sure if the relay would maybe amputate his arm or make him grow a bigger dick along the way. Even when the crate returned, he still was cautious. He brought the gear he usually has anyway, his Gobi Scout Sniper Rifle, his legendary .357 Magnum named Lucky, a weird variant of the All-American, and Blood's Nap, a special Bowie Knife if his weapons break. He also brought his Elite Riot Gear, in case he wants a change of clothes or something.

"Alright Six, here's the list." Arcade handed his friend the list of materials that could relate to his objective. "And come back safe man, we don't know what would happen if things go south."

The Courier placed a hand on Arcade's shoulder. "Hey, I already prepared you all on what happens. And be sure to activate the Missile Defense Systems if the NCR or the Legion tries anything."

Arcade Gannon chuckled at his friend's last sentence. "'Course I will, buddy."

The Courier nodded and proceeded towards the relay's platform. He stood and faced the crowd, who were all watching Six get transported.

From one world to another.

"Six, you ready?" Arcade asked. The Courier just raised a thumb. Arcade nodded. "Alright, initiating teleportation sequence."

"Harvey, watch the clocks!" Julie yelled to the former Institute scientist.

"Roger that." The bored man replied, his gaze still on the screen in front of him.

"Beginning transport sequence in five..!" Arcade yelled.

'Wait.' Six stopped in his tracks, and felt a chill go down his spine. His Pip-Boy's geiger counter is going wild. The sound rapidly repeating and the analog almost over the max limit.

"Four..!" Arcade continued.

"Wait Gannon!" Harvey yelled. Looking away from his screen.

"What, why?" Arcade asked, but didn't stop the transport sequence.

"This thing is going haywire!" Harvey replied.

Three..

"What? What do you mean?" Julie asked, fear creeping into her voice.

"This relay looks like exploding!" Harvey said.

Julie's eyes widened. "Shit, Arcade stop the relay now!"

"I can't! It won't stop now!" Arcade replied, trying to do everything to stop the task.

The entire crowd was slowly panicking.

And the Courier somehow couldn't move.

"Shit, the electromagnets on this thing's surface." Six muttered.

"Six! Get out of there now!" Arcade yelled, backing away from the terminal.

Two..

The Courier tried prying his armored leg off the surface of the relay. But he had no choice, he grabbed a spare throwing knife from his ankle, and prepared to aim it towards the main system.

One..

'Shit!' His radmeter went over the limit as the glass of the counter broke into fragments. He threw the knife towards the system unit. And his vision went in slow motion, as he saw the knife slowly fly to the main system. While his Pip-Boy screen was going heavily static.

Zero..

'Oh no.'

Oh no indeed.

The knife managed to reach the unit, stabbing the blade smack into the second case. Electricity and its functions immediately stopped. As the terminal suddenly broke and every tech around the relay deactivated.

But not the relay itself.

The Courier felt a massive hole in his stomach, as it was growing abnormally. He then started to glow blue, a lightning bolt stabbing through his body, soon engulfing his body itself.

'Woah, woah, WOAH!' Six's thoughts screamed in pain.

Then after the build-up, the Courier disappeared in a flash, and so did the relay's activity.

That's when the entire Mormon Fort panicked.

Six became unconscious the second he saw the white explode. He was mid-air, floating to be specific. Above him was a heavenly color of blue, just ahead of him. And behind him was an orange-ish explosion happening. He was stuck in his state, and his armor was slowly deteriorating, fortunately it wasn't happening with his gear.

The metals plates around his armor was slowly crumpling, gaining a web of cracks. His visors suddenly broke into pieces, and his closed left eye could be seen.

Before the damage could escalate, he was suddenly engulfed by the blue shade, not before getting chased by the orange explosion too.

Near a rural farming village within the mountains..

It was raining heavily. Sure it was just the end of spring, but the storms of the heavens caught on. The downpour was sure as heavy, it was nowhere near as a threatening storm however, more of a shower from the heavens. A rapid cold shower by the Gods.

Then a little way's out of the town's outskirts, a small explosion shaped of a mushroom cloud happened.

It rocked the town of course, but not really hard as some expected it to be.

In the explosion's crater, was an armored human figure. It's heavy and bulk armor looks broken like an angry minotaur crushed it with it's bare hands. The armored human was seemingly asleep from the explosion that just happened. Or maybe it was unconscious from the explosion itself.

And it wasn't long after he suddenly opened his eyes, thanks to the rain pouring over the broken left visor. After his eyes weakly and slowly opening, it was followed with a heavy breath. His head was slowly moving, and after a while, his entire body was dragging itself out of the radioactive crater.

Heavy sighs, long exasperated exhales could be heard if the rain wasn't pouring hard. Shivering and shaking bodies would be visible if not for the fog. The armored hand of the figure was still pulling it's own body out of the hole. But then fatigue overwhelmed the person.

This person isn't really familiar with the feeling of getting tired. He could go on for a week without sleeping, or 5 miles with two crippled legs. But he never felt this much fatigue in a very long time.

Not until back in Goodsprings. Two bullets to the head.

Then the person tried to overcome it, by trying to stand to it's feet.

But of course, reality wouldn't accept it. And so he collapsed on his stomach. While parts of his disfigured armor slowly fell off the frame.

The rain and his fatigue put him to sleep, and it wouldn't be too long until someone would find him.

Just when the rain stopped and the skies went bright, birds chirping and flowers blooming. On days like these, it should be filled with an amount of peace right?

No. As an old man came out of his farm, finding a crater near his home. He ran to where it was, as he saw an armored figure, seemingly knocked out. He approached the figure, and asked with a heavy voice, "Are you alright?

….

No response.

The old man tried shaking him, which didn't wake him up. He was about to feel hopeless until the figure pulled his collar and pulled him near enough to be able to hear.

"Please, help…" The figure somehow spoke. The man was terrified, for a second. Until the figure let go of his grip.

He didn't know what to do, but he had an idea on where to go.

"...What is this..?"

"...someone from that crater.."

"You pulled...out?"

"..Sor...ta….."

"...he needs he..lp, he said so… self.."

"Fine...paying for his con.. Understood?"

"Ye… sister."

Sister Aina was on her guard ever since they assigned her to watch this mysterious man from the crater. Everyone in town had already heard about it, some explosion happened in the middle of the night three days ago. And what came out of it was an armored man. Looking really battered and destroyed. The person looked young. Somewhere in his 20's. The young shaggy hair and the cute face, made him really young.

If not for the amount of scars his entire body had. From head to toes.

What brought him was an old man, looking like his grandchild was in danger, and had nowhere else to go but to the people he knew he could heal them. It was surprising, that old man managed to carry almost an 800kg man cased in the bulky armor. It was hard to even remove it in the first place, they soon found out how to open it with a valve from the back.

It was surprising, as the armor was too advanced to even be here in the first place.

She looked again at the man. Whose waist was wrapped in bandages and his left eye covered with a gauze. Then she looked back on when the sisters looked at the man's scars. They were very disturbed, as even adventurers usually don't have as plenty as this certain person.

So whomever this man is, he has endured plenty.

Plenty.

"Grghh…" She heard a groan. The man's hand suddenly twitched, then slowly it began to clench itself. Then it was followed by a flutter of eyes.

With that, Sister Aina called for Sister Flor.

Six wasn't in the Mojave anymore. Neither the Big MT, nor the Zion Canyons, hell, not even the Sierra Madre, or even the damn Divide. No, he was in hell, a hell he does not want to come back to. Let alone see it again.

He was at his home. His home where he decided to be a runner for the Mojave Express. His home where he had to live with his parents who loved him so much. His home where he stayed for the most part.

And now his home was burnt to a crisp.

And same with those skeletons in front of him.

And the Courier wasn't even crying, he was.. bored.

He was bored that his parents died. He was bored that he killed his parents.

And he didn't even blink when he still stared at the remains of his folk.

Maybe it's time for you to wake up.

Or you do have to wake up.

"..wake up!" Sister Flor said once more, as the man started groaning, and his eyes still squinting. He then started to sit up, and then inspecting his surroundings.

"Easy, easy there.." Flor repeated, but the man seemingly ignored him.

He continued to sit up, and asked, "Wh-where am I?"

"You're in an orphanage.." Flor answered, but the man flicked his ear. As if there was something wrong with it.

And he confirmed it himself, "I-I can't hear.. through my right ear."

"Are you okay?" Sister Aina asked. But he seemed to ignore her too.

"Get gramps, sister." Aina nodded at Flor's request.

Aina rushed out of the room, while the man kept asking questions.

"Who-who are you, people?"

"I am Sister Flor. You are in the-"

"Wh-where is my armor? My g-gear?"

"It was destroyed, I-!"

As the man tried to sit up, he fell off the bed instead. With that, the bleeding in his waist began again. He swore he heard the old woman curse, but his right ear couldn't confirm that. Flor came to his side though, and tried to lift the man up. Although with his weight and her strength, it wasn't pulling off.

"Oh God, now I can't feel anything.. my-my head..!"

'Truth is, the game was rigged from the start.'

Author's Note: Hey, my name's dereturd. I'm a new writer in this site (well not really because I made an account years ago), but I'm an experienced writer. I came from FiMFiction, and that's where I wrote my stories. Didn't think of writing here because I thought the UI would be hard to write into. But since I wrote this chapter, I guess it's not that bad.

Anyway, I hope this shows promise. Since I saw that one FalloutxDanmachi fic that seemed discontinued, I thought I'd write my share of fanfiction with a new series I got hooked into. But just like that other Fallout crossover, I don't want the Courier to be getting any pairings. Although I planned to use some characters as good friends with him. However, I hope I tried to make this fic as far from the Fallout crossover I talked about. This first chap may look suspicious if compared or something.

Anywho, that's for another chapter. I'll answer any questions or add some clarifications on the next chapter. Since I'm new to writing in this site, please tell me if I'm supposed to do this or not do that and stuff. See ya.