» Mon Jul 08, 2013 11:54 am Fallout
Six
Chapter I: Small-Time
The moon was shining bright in the sky, illuminating the vast rocky terrain of the Mojave Desert. A few critters and insects walked slowly across the worn ground, either looking for prey or trying to get away from being the prey. From a cliff one could see the city of New Vegas, bright and flashy, a significant difference compared to the bleak and unforgiving desert surrounding it. But away from that beautiful city was a small lonesome shack with boarded up windows. One could see light coming from the cracks, and a little ways from it you could make out a lone figure carrying some baggage, running to the building.
Inside the shack another man, much older, ate from a can of food, barely heated up from the flickering fire in the middle of the shack. It didn't matter, out here in the wasteland anything that was worth eating was, well - worth eating. The door flung open and in stumbled the man carrying a loaded bag. His face expressed joy and success as his crooked smile emitted a broken laugh. He quickly slammed the door shut behind him and threw the bag down beside the other man. He was panting and laughing at once until he finally plopped down to catch his breath, sitting his gun to the side.
"What'd jee git?" said the calm figure, scratching his rough beard as he chewed up his food. He was wearing some ragged clothes, and his white shirt was stained with sweat, blood, and food. The other man reached over and opened the buckled flap of the bag and dumped the contents out on the ground.
"Money... food... bullets... and whatever the hell's this thing is," he said as he picked up a plasma rifle component. He began to rummage through the stolen goods and pick out food he wanted to eat. "Should've seen the look on their faces - as scared as scared can be!" he said boastfully. "They never knew they'd be blown away," he said before laughing out loud.
The older man put down his can of food and reached over to examine the caps. He was about to say something before he paused and focused his attention at the door. "...did you hear that?" the younger man shook his head and ignored him mostly. "Go check it out..."
Sighing, the young man stood up and looked out a peep hole in the door. "I ain't see [censored] Bill, now what the... wait a minute..." The young man peered closer into the hole. "Oh [censored]!" he exclaimed, trying to turn around and grab his pistol. But it was to late, the door flew open so quickly and with such force that it sent the man sprawling towards the older fellow and both fell on the ground in a daze.
The intruder popped off three shots from a revolver in the younger man, who was on top, reach down and grabbed his corpse and threw it to the side, and then shot the other man three times before holstering his gun. He turned around and began to pick at the ammo the other man had dumped out.
The young man had been shot in the back of the head, the neck, and the right shoulder and was dead. The other man was shot in the left shoulder, right side of his chest, and in his right forearm. He looked up at the shooter's back. A black duster coat was draqed over his body, and his head was covered up by a helmet. "[censored]in'... NC... R..." he said, believing this man to be a ranger. But when he turned around, he realized this was definitely no ordinary ranger. His NCR helmet looked heavily modified, but the glowing red eyes looked familiar. He wore bullet-proof armor on his torso and black jeans on his legs. On his arms were what appeared to be parts of power armor, and on his legs to. His helmet seemed to connect to a tube that ran down his neck and beneath his bullet proof armor. He was breathing heavily with deep gasps of air.
Pausing his breathing for a moment, the intruder replied "Not NCR, nor Legion." His voice sounded like it was running through an intercom with static noise, and was very deep.
"Then... who the... [censored]... are you?" the old man stammered.
"Bounty hunter," he simply said, before breathing heavily again, as if he had lost his breath.
"I ain't got no damn bounty you... fu... [censored]."
Putting a bullet in his revolver, the bounty hunter aimed at the man's head and said "It's nothing personal, you're just small-time" before popping a final shot between the man's eyes.
