Nuka Girl, Nuka'd World

Tall Tales, Short Girls

"Victory?"
"Yes, sugarcube?"
"What is that?"
The young merc and the synth were hiding in a corridor in Greentech Genetics, their guns at the ready. "That would be a Courser, Bobby." The merc sighed, "I thought so. Are you gonna tell me why we're here?" Victory muffled a laugh behind her hand, "'cause fuck Coursers." MacCready shrugged. That was good enough for him. "Can we take one on?" Victory hummed, tugging on her sniper rifle strap, and slinging it on her back in exchange for her shotgun, "I have no idea. Pretty cool if we do though, huh? And we'll be doin' the world a favour. Win win." Mac rolled his eyes, and grinned at the synth woman, she wasn't much smaller than him (far taller than Vanessa was), yet she still had to tilt her head to look at him. "Unless we die. Then it's lose lose." She hummed again, then grabbed him by the lapels of his coat, planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth, startling him. "H...Hang on! A-Are you at least gonna...gonna do that p-properly?" He was blushing and stuttering like a damn lovesick kid, and he hated it. She lightly poked his nose, "more reason not t'die." He shook his head as she cackled, reloaded her shotgun, and dashed down the corridor to get the drop on the Courser.

"And you killed it?" Mac leant back in his chair and snorted at the question, "of course we did. Never met a thing we couldn't kill," him and Victory bumped fists, "Robbie is right. We're after a deathclaw next." Deacon simply blinked at the pair, and even Vanessa was a little stunned. Admittedly she'd never seen a courser in action, but she'd heard they mowed down many of the Railroad heavies. "But you haven't even heard the best part yet. Would you believe me if I told you this crazy woman tackled the damn thing?"

MacCready jogged after her, their footsteps had alerted the Courser, who spun around at the sound, and began switching on a Stealth-Boy. "Oh fuck no!" Victory suddenly dropped her shotgun and leapt onto the courser just as the Stealth-Boy kicked in. It was quite eerie, watching her thrash around on an invisible target, and the way the Courser was moving made it difficult for Mac to line up a safe shot. Victory pulled her knife from its pouch on her thigh, and jammed it into what she thought was the Courser's shoulder. It enraged him and he slammed an arm back against her, hitting her right in the nose. It began to bleed immediately, and in her shock, Victory was flung from her target, her back hitting the wall. "Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit, they're giving you guys more trainin' now, huh?"

It hadn't been a waste however, as her distraction had allowed the Stealth-Boy to run out, and Mac managed to get a shot on the Courser. The bullet ripping right through his stomach just as he went visible. He cried out and pressed one hand to his abdomen, the other trying to pull Victory's combat knife from his shoulder. She pushed herself to her feet, and immediately ran at the Courser again, tackling him to the ground, hands on his neck.

"Hang on, hang on. Vi, how on Earth are you strong enough to tackle a Courser?" Victory shuffled uncomfortably in her seat at Vanessa's line of questioning, "yeah, to be fair Victory, we worked together and I never realised you were that strong." She opened her mouth to say something, but Mac rolled his eyes and cut her off, "right, you fu... Freaking mungos need to shut up and listen." Victory snickered, grateful for MacCready's interjection, "Robbie's right. Please hold all questions until the end of the pre-sen-tation."

Mac was growing tired of following insane women across the wasteland, first Ness, now Victory. The synth was probably more crazy, because she'd grown up in this mess, Vanessa was almost fresh into it when they met. "MacCready? Sugar? Think you could, shit, lend me a hand here?" She was still trying desperately to keep the Courser down, knowing full well the minute he got his hands on either her or Mac, they would take an absolute battering. Regardless of how well she'd been trained, regardless of how she and this Courser should've been equally matched, she hadn't kept up with that regime, and she was going to pay the price for it later. She was already beginning to ache all over. Mac fired another shot, this time it made contact with the side of the Courser's head, however to the surprise of both, he managed to wrench Victory off, and still get to his feet.