A stranger named six

Part 1

"A sea of blood will wash over the desert but it wouldn't purify it,"

(Two months after the second battle for hoover dam)

Six sat down in the empty lucky 38 suite as he looked at the legate's helmet in his hand as he held a Nuka-cola in the other. For the first time since he joined Mr. House the courier of the wastes had been truly alone in this suite.

It was quiet, it was so damn quiet that he missed the sound of Rex barking or Cass trying to flirt with Boone. After the battle all went their separate ways leaving the hero of Vegas alone, Six wasn't mad or anything he was glad in a way since the roads he walks are one that one should go alone.

He's seen things that would question one's sanity if not destroy it, the courier didn't want this path but in the end, the path chose him. He made more enemies than allies during his travels but still, he tried his best and that's all that mattered now.

Mr. House was going to bring humanity, quote: "Back from the stone age," and in a few years, House promised the courier in a few years to put humans on the moon. He just hopes he chose the right man to run Vegas, unlike the NCR who would only Tax the poor people of the Mojave while the Legion would outright enslave them all.

Six did think about taking Yes man's of fear but he knew that would only lead to Vegas becoming pure and utter chaos. One thing was for certain that all people in New Vegas and back when it was called Las Vegas that one thing no matter if the world was engulfed in nuclear fire or not.

That the house always wins.

He knew it, Ulysses knew it, hell even Joshua the burn man knew it.

It doesn't matter how many aces you have up your sleeve the house knows and the house will beat you no matter how many times you cheat. Six couldn't beat the house, he did the one thing he could do.

If you can't beat them, join them.

Six wasn't a leader by any chance, sure he was smart, intelligent, and charismatic but that was all due to these implants he had in him both from the Vegas clinic and the big empty. Without those he was nothing, truly he had little towards him he wasn't that good at anything he was just so damn lucky half the time that it seemed lady luck to be on his side.

How would you explain how he survived the bullets that were fired into his brain or the time when the divide was completely destroyed?

Six was lucky now you could say he was perfect in every way.

Everything was at 10 and 100.

All thanks to the glory of cyber implants and selected mutation, he wasn't human anymore and if he was correct he was Immortal as well after meeting 'subject 001' who wasn't as modified as him. He needed to leave before Robert House could realize that he could transfer his brain into his body or something else.

Throwing the bottle in the waste bin he threw the legates helmet into the air as it vanished in a green light as it was stored in his pip-boy. His pip-boy held data that could start entire wars with what was on it from the big mountain to the entire Robco servers. Mr. House had promised him something far more valuable than caps that would soon be outdated in the next five years.

Knowledge is power

Entering the lift Six summoned his elite riot helmet from the arm device as he placed it on his head as the doors opened as Six began to leave the Lucky 38 for the final time. Outside the strip was so free to be now that he cleaned the place up, it was a gem before, but now?

It was a beacon of humanity.

"Off again huh partner?" Victor asked.

Smiling he turned to his savior that dug him out of that grave back in Goodsprings, six felt like he owned the cowboy robot once before. That was no longer the case now after he helped their boss fix up Vegas and kick out the NCR and Legion from the Mojave.