X6-88 had a simple life that he wouldn't change even if he was given the choice. After all he was a institute courser the best of the best solved problems that risen on the surface without issue. But now X6-88 knew one thing he would have fixed in his life is that the scientist would check the transporter more often or not have a newbie watching over the machine.

His day started as usual, after waking up in his bunk he simply gotten dressed polished his boots clean his shades and double checked his issued laser handgun for any repairs he knew it didn't need. After he meet with the other courser's for breakfast, from there they were all given there assigned duties.

Said duties ranged from simply walking around the institute for any issues, being sent too the surface for any mission ranging from retrieval to elimination to simply having the day off. Which today he knew in advance he was going to eliminate gunners that were poking around with tech the institute had there eyes on. His mission changed. X6-88 didn't really care after all his questions were going to be answered at the briefing.

"Good morning X6-88 today your going on a retrieval mission with a Nate Ramirez Shaun's father you read his file not too long yes?" Doctor Weiss asked. X6-88 did read the file pre-war career soldier of thirteen years, combat veteran of Anchorage married to Nora Ramirez father of Shaun Ramirez killer of Kellogg and courser Z2-47. He was surprised after all it didn't seem he was really needed in this situation. Until he thought about it. He was there to be the eyes.

If everything went good X6-88 would simply send the synth home keeping an eye on Ramirez and report his progress. He was sent to a be a support role. X6-88 didn't care so long as it was for the institute he would do it. "Yes sir." X6-88 gave his simple reply not voicing anything else besides what was needed.

"That's good now X6-88 get what you need at the armory and the synth codes from Doctor Kelly your going after Gabriel at Libertalia, your going to be transported to a run down manor two miles away from the area. Well that's all for the briefing good luck." Luck was something X6-88 or any courser didn't need. They were above that.

After meeting the Doctor Kelly and visiting the armory for more ammo, plasma grenades and three stimpacks X6-88 made his way to the elevator. After all the times seeing the institute in all its glory he has never gotten tired of the clean sleek walls and floors. He never will.

When the elevator unfortunately reached the destination of the transporter he saw a few Doctors looking over the machine, this was nothing new what was new is the younger group of adults helping them. X6-88 cared for every institute civilian, but he always had a problem with the greenies. Smart but didn't had the same experience as the older scientist. Something always went wrong just little things but little things cause problems for others down the line. Such as food packet number 709.

Years ago but he can still smell it.

In the end it didn't matter. X6-88 made his way to the transporter console typed in the coordinates for the Coup Manor and walked over to the relay. Once inside the room he waited for one of the greenies to look over the machine did something with his hands, once it looked like he going to get approval X6-88 heard a yell.

"Why the hell did you bring a water can here!" the voice was both angry and fearful before X6-88 could leave the relay see what's going on it started. He wished it didn't.

He didn't see the familiar blue light taking him away from the Institute, instead he saw a bright golden light tearing him into pieces from the weaves of his courser uniform too the very DNA that was time painstaking made to be unique for every synth model. For a brief moment he saw something before he saw the blue sky and star of the earth before he landed sinking in what could only be sand. Hot sand.

Getting up quickly he had his laser handgun out turning around to know the location he was at. A desert. There were no deserts in Boston not even in the whole of Massachusetts. Was he in the West coast? Had to be. But that couldn't be possible.

It didn't matter. What matter was getting back. He reached over too the collar of his uniform and pushed on the button to send him back. Nothing. X6-88 pressed the button once more still nothing. Opening his coat he checked the small component of the transmitter. Fried. The little thing was brunt out because of the distance as far as X6-88 knew.

Great. Reaching over to another of his inner pockets he pulled out a small tablet device similar to Robco's pip-boy tablets only built smaller too fit the hand and active the distress signal used in emergencies such as this. X6-88 knew they have collected synths as far as Washington he didn't know if the signal would even reach that far but it didn't hurt too try.

Now what too do? While he might be a courser he still needed food and water eventually he had a bit over a week until then. He didn't see any settlements near by but they could simply be over at this ruined city he sees at the distance. His hand going into another pocket he checked how much bottle caps he had, something every courser carry in case of extended surface operations. One hundred caps. It was enough.

Walking to the ruined city was a boring experience sand, sand and a few strange model of robots he hasn't seen before was all he encountered. It was only what have been a hour he paid closer attention to the sun. It was strange. Two hours later nearly reaching the city he couldn't deny the fact the sun hasn't moved. At all. Stayed right at its peak never moving. Why? His eyes weren't going bad he knew that for a fact. He think about this later. First he reach the city and ask questions about where he is.

Finally at his destination X6-88 pulled out his handgun one more in case of any raiders wanting to attack him. Nothing. He can only hear the wind, birds and if he was sure a pre war moose. A moose. This place whatever it was needed to be looked at by the Institute. Unmutated wildlife was running around here. Even the water was clean. Now he needed to see the people here. If he could find them, many places to hide here underground in the buildings between said buildings or outside of the city.

X6-88 knew he was going spend a day at the very least looking for them unless he finds some kind of clue. Walking past a building he saw a few of those robots with round heads just walking around, throwing rocks or staring at the sky. Seeing he had an easier option to find humans he walked over to the nearest one.

"Robot where is the nearest settlement located in this city?" X6-88 asked the old robot who looked at him and said a signal word. "Robot?" annoyed at its answer he asked one more time. "Robot where is the closest human populated area." Maybe if X6-88 elaborate what he was looking for the machine would point him in the right direction. "No humans only androids." It then pointed too a random direction.

X6-88 on the other hand didn't fully know how to take its answer. Android? That was an old term to call gen 3 synths simply because gen 3s were more organic then robotic, so the Institute dropped it and merely called all gens synths. But this robot pointed him to a settlement of Androids. A different kind of robot the Institute didn't know about? Not unlikely pre-war times had many secrets that have yet too be uncovered.

No humans? Simply a pure robot settlement like the Slog back in Boston only filled with ghouls. X6-88 with a direction made his way over knowing what he gotten wasn't the best but it was something at least. Turning away from the robots he made his way to the area it pointed too him. Until he heard the harsh sound of metal being crushed behind him X6-88 turned around handgun in hand his sights on a… woman?

She was standing on top of the ruined robot crushed by her no doubt. But How? She was much to light be capable of doing that. Behind her was a heavy sword floating on her back while in her hand was a curved blade nearly as long as she is tall. Her clothing was black skirt and blouse. The strangest thing X6-88 saw about her was the blindfold. What?

Before he could say anything the woman(?) walked right up to him and jabbed a finger right at his chest. He couldn't do anything a random human fell from the sky crushed a robot and was now screaming at him. He didn't believe it.

"What are you doing? Your supposed to be killing these machines big boy not making random conversation with them glasses. You know are duty?" Saying her piece she dashed away from X6-88 the way she moved killing the ten other robots was… Interesting the speed and strength it showed made it obvious to him that it wasn't human in the slightest.

An android? Had to be Kellogg couldn't ever hope to match her in speed even with his implants. Of course said implants didn't save him from an angry papa bear so those things weren't worth much.

After killing the last robot it made its way too him. Throwing an arm around his shoulders it forced him to be closer to it then X6-88 would have liked. "But anyway big boy I'm 73B what's your model number?" X6-88 thought about what to answer. Androids seem to work tighter here, it first saw him as another Android and not a human. And its model number was 73B. Why?

"6X now don't touch me." X6-88 said as he wrench himself from its grip its fingers were painfully digging in his arm. "The hell kind of model is that? Is it only giving to male models? Never seen a female with one. And you a six? More like a two really. Can introduce you too someone I know? I think the both of you would get along great." X6-88 didn't really want to meet anyone, but he needed information on his location, the androids and these robots. After its reaction to him just ignoring them and followed by its taking them apart the androids must have some conflict with these robots.

"No I don't. I'm looking for the near by settlement of androids. Nothing more." She might give him information or simply ridicule him, for not knowing the basics that X6-88 should have known as a fellow 'android.' And looking at her face X6-88 can tell it's the latter.

"How don't you know were the resistance camp is at? Whoever your Operator is really sucks at her job if she didn't send you a map. Hey now that I think about it where's your pod?" X6-88 saw on its left shoulder a rectangular floating robot with small arms staring at him. Similar to an eye-bot yet not. The over all color was solid gray and its signal optic stared at him. Androids were given pods? Must have a laser blaster like other eye-bot models found in the Institute or in the wasteland. The only people he had to figure out was a operator. Another android but for what? Information source? He wasn't sure.

"My pod was destroyed in my last mission. Now I'm lost looking for the camp." X6-88 took a risk saying mission for all he knew the androids could just be running around destroying robots indiscriminately. Or he used the perfect wording.

It stared at him before chuckling at his 'expense' it made a follow me gesture then ran off, X6-88 followed it pushing his legs to go faster to keep up with the android, taking care to not trip on any rubble or potholes on the ground of course it didn't seem to have the same care as himself for it would simply stumble then continue as if nothing happen. It wore heels. Honestly whoever made it must have been soft in the head.

Other then that X6-88 couldn't help but be slightly in… awe of the city. The part he was in, still more desert then city now through he can see how green everything really was the deeper he went. The ground being literally just grass then cement with a few patches devoid of it. The buildings with trees so large wrapped around them reached higher then ten stories. It was unfortunate these sights made him more weary of his location.

How Far was he from Boston really? Waiting for retrieval might be a bad idea. X6-88 will have to find his own way to the Institute.

After less then an hour the both of them started to run past barricades made from junk X6-88 seen settlements use for walls running through a pond he sees up ahead the same junk walls and tarps hanging from higher up the walls of ruined buildings. The sun has yet to move. The camp nestled between the buildings.

Slowing down X6-88 knew the android must have been going slow for him. Seeing more of these things abilities made him wondered if he should tell the Institute about this place. Some kind of fight between the robots and androids the strange plants and unmoving sun made him cautious of this place. They weren't pre-war models, old but not pre-war. The android who's building them? Other androids? Humans that stay hidden and making some kind of game between robots? And the sun is unmoving.

X6-88 didn't know what's going on in the background but he doesn't care he get the information then leave without looking back. This place has secrets that he can only compare to the vaults or that strange house in Boston even the Dunwich quarry. For now better left covered if the Institute has a interest in the place they just send watchers or other synth animals to gather information on the place. He get what he can then leave.

"6X so how you like the camp? Pretty neat. But anyway since you just finished your mission go talk too Anemone she runs the area. Also keeps track of any YoRHa androids that stop by. Don't want command to think you broke or worst left the cause. Well I see you later." It waved at him going past the androids dressed in camo pants and old shirts with ammo vest on top. X6-88 looking at them noticed how the outfits they wore was mostly used in desert environments then urban areas. The city most be the base while the desert was enemy territory? There was a lot of robots in the desert through he ignored them or the robots ignored him.

Now what? Moving among the camp he noticed a few androids that looked like 73B more in dress then appearance some wore clothing that showed more then they should or dressed like X6-88 himself such as the only skin being showed was the neck and face. He avoided them they might be more curious then 73B.

The resistance camp members carried gun models he wasn't familiar with or carrying strange blades he's never seen before. He listened through that didn't mean much too him since X6-88 had no context to there conversation but all information was good information since he's stuck in the unknown territory.

He looked around the place noticing how some androids were just walking around talking or doing nothing at all. Is this all they do with there time? X6-88 stopped a few androids were being taken too the 'medical area' wanting to see how well built they were he sneaked around the area nearly bumping into some androids due too his unfamiliarity with the area.

Once he was hidden X6-88 active his built in refraction chip. Hearing the familiar sound he went into one of the many ruined buildings going up to the second floor he walked along looking for the spot that gave him a view on the 'medical area' finally finding it he crouched and starred.

He learned much. Androids can feel pain personally he was torn between it being ingenious or impractical. At one side androids feeling pain made them less likely to damage themselves having a false sense of self preservation needing only maintenance or a spare part needing replaced because of time with the saved resources used for making more androids or better ones. On the other side they feel pain that can limit themselves with how far there willing to complete the mission whatever it was and if they knew what pain was soon they learn fear.

Impractical when it comes to machines after all once they learn of fear what stopped them from learning more? Soon they believe the emotions they had were real. The Institute would have scrapped them all robots don't feel.

Other then that under the synthetic skin(much less quality then a synths own) was metal with wires and parts. X6-88 now knew that if he got in a fight with any of them he had to keep his distance only use his handgun, plasma grenades for emergencies maybe a suicide attack for a last resort. He couldn't let them have the chip in his head after all. Like the outsider.

Making his way out of the building he deactivated his refraction chip he walked seamlessly into the crowd. He listened. Walking among them while avoiding the YoRHa androids he heard of some kingdom of robots that had a king and that for now it should be avoided. Fishing spots. A village of robots and even a amusement park a good half day away.

He needed a map or directions X6-88 couldn't stay here with all these androids who might ask unnecessary questions or realize he wasn't YoRHa he doesn't know if they give out punishments but he wasn't staying to see. The village of pacifist. He go there and wait for three days if the Institute doesn't come that means he's far out of the range for retrieval and will have to find his own way back.

He went to one of the merchants a android dark skin and taller then himself, had a large collection of ballistic firearms with strangely no energy weapons. Even the cheapest merchant would have some ammo. The android looked up from his work to notice a male yoRHa android looking at his wears.

"Hello. I don't usually get yoRHa looking at my wares anything catch your attention?" the android asked the man. He closer up finally noticing the YoRHa had dark shades instead of the visor the others wore. A new design? "Yes I was looking to see if you sell any maps. And if you had any interest in these bottlecaps." The merchant was handed some 'Bottlecaps' he knew what these were and didn't really had much of an interest in them. Long since faded missing the old w- What? He took a closer look noticing the red paint the word's on them 'Nuka Cola' he mouthed to himself. Compared to others he found they were basically new! He needed some. But he didn't sell maps. What about a gun?.

"Friend I don't sell maps only Timmy has a bright blue cap near the storage area. But I do want these caps. I trade you this rifle for them." X6-88 looked at the rifle an AK model rifle desert paint worn but still good. Good guns take a lot of punishment but once they need real fixing there is difficulty. Such a communist gun would never have made it into per-war US soil through. Unless it was sneaked in.

"I give you ten more for three magazines." If the android wanted to trade eight caps for a rifle what about ten for three mags?

"ten for two magazines."

"twenty for four."

"Deal."

Caps being handed over X6-88 had the best deal this side on the country a rifle and four magazines for a measly twenty-eight caps? He basically robbed that android. Still it was good to have another gun he can save his ammo on the Institute handgun. Now the storage area he thinks he might have passed it with an android with a blue cap.

Walking back towards the far end of the camp he passed by a YoRHa android that gave him a confused look but before it could do anything X6-88 made his way past the resistance members the YoRHa losing sight decide leave it be. Above her paygrade if they were bringing male models back again.

Finally founding Timmy he waited for the android finish his talk with some android with the ugliest shade of red for hair he's seen. They seem to be in argument something about needing parts through X6-88 didn't care he can wait. Seeing her finally move he quickly made his way to the android.

"Timmy. I'm looking for a map I was told you have some." The android turned around going through a box filed with papers and books searching. "Care to be a bit more specific? What direction The desert, forest the city ruins I got a few on my hands here. Through why a yoRHa needs a map is beyond me." The last part was said quietly X6-88 is sure he wasn't supposed to hear. Through he couldn't give a damn through. X6-88 was courser not some android with stupid clothing and swinging blades like some brute.

"Any maps that show the location of the village of pacifist robots."

"Robots? You mean the machine's right? Yeah I do let's see ah! Here it is not the best but it do. Free of charge I have a few better ones want one of those will cost you." X6-88 will do it with the free map instead of buying a new one. Giving a quick thanks he walked away looking it over old but it came very detailed with how long it would take to get one place to another different routes, notes of enemies etc.

Not wanting to run into robots with unknown functions X6-88 decided he take a long safe route says here it be a good eight hours, of course that would applied only to androids. X6-88 knew he will take longer so he guessed might take a day at the very least. He folded the rather large map up and into his inner coat pocket.

He had his Institute handgun the rifle a map his shades everything important. Now he just had to make his way out of the camp. So far no android has really given him any looks besides maybe one or two from the YoRHa androids but to the resistance ones he was all but invisible just another YoRHa.

Passing through the crowd he walked briskly neither in a rush nor slow to gain attention, ignoring everything around him the only thing that caught his eye was an android with a metal round head besides that not much. He was close to the exit he just had to keep walking.

A commotion was happing in the exit X6-88 didn't care he keep on walking. Yelling but it didn't matter he was nearly out. Nearing one of the trucks close to the exit he notice all of the androids were moving running around grabbing items guns, blades, packs and YoRHa androids running to the exit followed by resistance androids he moved out of the way but was suddenly grabbed by the arm forcing him to run keep himself from being dragged.

X6-88 notice the one who grabbed him was the same android from earlier 73B. Pulling his arm out of its grip he was about to give her a piece of his mind until she beat him to the punch. "Machines 6X! A lot of them heading this away you might not have gotten the warning at least two hundred and counting among there numbers is at least four tanks making their way here. Bunker has all available units make their way there face them backed up by resistance. Time before they hit the ruins in less then thirty minutes."

This wasn't good at all. X6-88 thought to himself bitterly he looked around seeing if he can make a break for it but no all the other YoRHa androids were now to close to him forcing himself to run faster for the ones behind him won't step on his heels, now all of them were running side by side so tightly X6-88 was sure all them can fit into an Institute food packet without issue. He also noticed they all had blades instead with a few that had guns on there backs.

X6-88 didn't want to be trampled when he breaks the line so he stay put and once this formation is broken then he make a run for it. He won't get in a fight between robots. It wasn't Institute business so nor was it his.

So far the run was fast paced faster then the test he had done back in his training but he was young then. The only problem he had with following them was the acrobatic feats they all would perform but with his strength he made the jumps with some difficulty, using muscles that aren't usually active. But he was a Courser the slight strain he felt is nothing.

The androids finally slowed down a few breaking off to take cover behind fallen debris and old cars knowing these were going to use guns he broke off into cover an old pick up truck. Through unfortunately he wasn't alone soon after he stepped behind it another android this one dressed in a coat and pants crouched next to him she looked at him the gun in his hands and bulky handgun in his holster.

"Nice gun. So command bringing back male combat models again? Cool. I got tired of all the woman in the bunker and the scanners aren't really my type you know? Anyway I'm 19G what's you're type?" The android said in a deep voice X6-88 nearly confused it with a male voice sample.

"6X." X6-88 said without looking at it he rather keep his eyes on the field in front of him the land a mix between a desert and grass ruined city. A strange combination unpleasant to X6-88 eyes. He scanned the area looking for spots that had the least amount androids for when he has the chance X6-88 can make his escape into the city and straight to the forest now three hours away.

"So want to get water together later?"

"No."

"Ok what about doing a maintenance check? You seem to be leaking a little and making a weird noise."

"…" X6-88 stayed quite already finding its presence annoying and its failed attempts to try and socialize with himself.

"Suggestion 11G should try to found common interest in old world firearms then maintenance checks or drinks." A robotic male voice spoke out loud making X6-88 turn his head face the android seeing one of those pods floating near it. X6-88 didn't even think those things had voice modules. Before she can say anything they heard a shout of machines coming, with X6-88 enhanced eyesight he can see the sand being picked with the light brown color of metal in humanoid shapes.

Checking his rifle to see the thirty round magazine full and the others at easy to reach places he took aim. He waited.

The robots reached a distance he can easily see them. Close enough to the city 'borders' that a at least a dozen of the androids meet them head on tearing at them with either swords curved or straight from blades as tall as himself to short spears even advanced power fist pairs. X6-88 had to rethink his opinion on fighting with melee weapons. The ones YoRHa is using are better then the crap found in the wasteland.

X6-88 had to brace himself when a strong gust of wind nearly pushed him away. Turning to the android he saw it loading a large black and silver mortar launcher nearly half the size of the truck the both of them took cover behind. Looking back at the robots he saw a large explosion in the far end of the robots side. Not bad really.

X6-88 turned back to look at his surroundings looking for an exit to leave this battle. Back behind he sees those very same trucks at the resistance camps driving too the battle. X6-88 looked at the sides both with buildings old and ruined but with many entrances. The front of him had robots behind him robots. Time to break off to the sidelines.

X6-88 broke off to a run stopping only to take cover when strange red and purple energy shots made it to his person. The only thing he can guess them to be are some kind of EMP gun shots. Effective against androids and himself with the high radiation output.

Seeing no more loose shots he moved keeping low ahead of him the building had one of those YoRHa androids taking shots with a large rifle. Good he won't appear suspicious merely another android sniper to help a comrade. Finally inside he took cover at the wall and poked his head out seeing the chaos in front of him he made good choice to get away. The robots were still moving with the androids he saw early lost in a sea of robots. Turning back around he saw the buildings interior. The inside still good with some walls crumpled the stairs missing steps the room was large. Barren. No wood but a lot of metal lying around.

X6-88 made his way through the room his rifle ready to fire he heard nothing but the constant battle outside. Finally outside by going through the whole ground floor he can see the battle behind him.

It didn't look good for them.

He could see large robots falling from they sky being dripped off by robots that were as long s two semi trucks put together and had the same width, before flying off into the distance if they weren't immediately shot out of the sky. He turned his refraction chip back on before X6-88 could take off he noticed those trucks not to far away.

If he borrowed one of those vehicles the travel time can be cut down heavily. Fusion powered vehicles were very powerful automobiles even civilian models. How fast can that truck move? Two hundred miles an hour even when fully loaded?

X6-88 took off to the truck getting closer he slowed down to a crawl noticing two of those camp members standing near by. Thankfully the doors were open so he quickly made his way to the driver seat and checked the ignition. Key was still inside. Good.

Sitting inside he wondered what should he do? The two campers were standing outside of the truck complaining about some jackass or someone. Should he kill them? The two were the only ones near by with all the others at the battle. If he drove off could they catch up or just shot the tires? He would have to fight them in both situations. We're they both as strong as those YoRHa androids? He couldn't risk it.

Sliding out of the seat he moved silently his hands now holding the Institute gun, couldn't take the risk a single bullet couldn't kill them both.

"So Alex she said to me here drink some of this fish oil I need to see how badly an android reacts to it. I of course told her no. I'm not drinking fish oil. Even if you ask nicely. You aren't that pret-" Before he could finish a bright blue light melted half his mechanical head dropping him instantly before his friend could do anything two shots of a bright blue laser melted his throat and face he dropped just like his friend. X6-88 came closer and for good measure took one more shot to each of their heads before walking back to the truck seat with his chip turned off.

Sliding inside he turned the key turning the truck on. He noticed the smell of gas and a gas tank gauge instead of the fusion gauge. Even if it wasn't the type he was expecting it didn't change the fact he can cover more ground faster then simply running.

Turning to drive he took off into the street driving off uncaring of the noise of battle behind him. First too the village of pacifist robots wait for three days if no help comes X6-88 will have to find his own way back to the Institute.

Nothing could go wrong.

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Humans synths and androids. A crossover of Fallout 4 and Nier automata two games that I don't own. This is fan fiction.

I be honest I'm surprised no one has made a crossover between these two games on one side we have Synths that nearly 100% human made in labs underground while in the other side are androids with a burning desire to meet humans. That would be a very interesting conversation.

Android: What do you mean you aren't human? You're DNA says so!

X6-88: No. I'm a synth courser. We're not human.

But in all honestly X6-88 doesn't really understand the situation he's in he's lucky none of those pods took a scan of him if they did he be in a much tighter pickle then he's in now. Those pods wouldn't even be able tell the difference only thing that stick out are those chips in a courser's head. Sir why do you have a chip in your head? Which he be caught off guard either ignoring the question at best to pulling the pin in one of his plasma grenades so no one can get their hands on it at worst. In X6-88 mind first is the Institute the mission then himself.

So anyway leave some reviews good or bad.