Getting Out of Bed Was the Easiest Part

Courier Six was not a happy wastelander. In fact, far from it. He had been arrested and is now on the way to that big fuck-all castle he had observed earlier, and now here he was, sitting in the back of a flying chariot, which should not be possible, but he stowed that question for later. They even put him in a cage! Who do they think he is? An ape with an IQ of sub-seventy? Well. To be fair, they probably did.

He grumbled to himself, before flicking his gaze over to the one riding next to him, "So. How's the wife and kids?" He joked, to which he just received a glare and a sharp prod in the side from the butt of a spear.

"Shut it." He(?) spoke and went back to staring forward. Six grumbled once more and rested his head against the bars of the cage.

"So much for small-talk." He uttered with a sigh. He had used his title for so long he even forgot his name, and when inevitably brought to a court, or a dungeon, the first thing they would ask was his name. He knew it all too well. He tried to come up with a name that would stick with him for his time being here, however long that may possibly be.

Eventually, he came up with a first name, but not a last name, as he didn't even need one. John sounded like a cliché, if a bit generic name. But it had a nice ring to it. He felt his hand lingering to the holster on his hip and found it empty. Oh right. They took his weapons. He did have a holdout gun in his boot, a Smith and Wesson model 10, chambered in .38 Special. It was a potent little gun, had quite the kick too, for a .38, and could drop a guy with two hits to the chest, unarmored. He idly itched the part where the firearm was stored. He was going to use it later when the need arose. For now, he just needs to play it dumb, while also playing it smart.

Feigning ignorance was quite easy for him to do. After all, he did have an Intelligence of ten. Or so the Vit-O-Matic Vigor Tester said, he took it with a grain of salt and labeled his intelligence rating somewhere around eight, or a nine.

Letting out a sigh, he felt the chariot land, accompanied by a small 'oomf' as it finally hit the ground, and the cage was hoisted up into the air by way of magic and carried out of the cart. He watched the magic field intensely. Magic shouldn't exist, but lo and behold, here it fucking was. It baffled him, to be straightforward, and Six wanted to know how it worked. Was it some sort of radiation field? Magnets? The human shook his head, and relaxed. More questions for later. The interrogator was going to have a lot of ground to cover once they get their hands, or rather hooves, on him.

He could really go for a drink right now. Sitting up as best he could, he brought his Pip-Boy to his eyes, and flicked to the 'AID' section of the device on his arm, and brought out a bottle of purified water from wherever the ass-end of nowhere the damn thing stored it. It baffled him how it did it, but he just simply accepted it. He lowered the Pip-Boy, after switching off its interface, and uncapped the bottle of water. He downed the thing in a few seconds and stored the empty bottle back in his Pip-Boy.

Courier Six observed as the streets and cities turned into the castle, filled with endless corridors and retina-burning, eye-melting pizazz and flair. He already knew he was gonna hate this place, but he put it up with it, either way. The horned equine descended a flight of stairs, and down into a dark corridor. At-least it was better in terms of how well your eyes took it. Six's cage was set down in a cell, and the door slamming shut. The cage was unlocked remotely, and he crawled himself out of it, "Goodbye, my fruitful friends!" He called after the militia-looking equines trotted off. They gave a snort and rounded the corner.

"Now. What to do with my time, what to do.." Six muttered to himself, scratching the metal chin of his helmet and mask combination. Well, he did have a set of cards. He could play Caravan with himself, and that's exactly what he did.

The sound of hooves trotting up and the sound of a cell door unlocking and sliding inwards made Courier aware of a sudden presence. Looking up, he spotted two of that militia again. This one had wings, and this one had a horn. Great. Sliding his cards into a deck once more, he stuffed it back into the duster's pockets, and stood up, staring down at them.

"The Princesses request your audience, and don't try anything funny, we're authorized to use force." The one on the left spoke. Six just shrugged, "You're authorized to use force, that means so am I. You don't fuck with me, I don't fuck with you." He told them.

They snorted, narrowing his eyes at him, "Well, lead the way my fine gents, wouldn't want to keep the Princesses waiting now should we?" God, fucking with these guys is going to be a blast to do.

The turned tail, and stepped off, with the Courier right behind him. They didn't say a word, and he didn't either. He didn't really want to make conversation right now, he just wanted to get the hell out of here, and maybe with answers, too. He followed the militia up the stairs, and down a few corridors, before they made a sharp right, and brought him before two double doors. Decorated with so much shit. This place would be a prospector's wet dream. Hell, he would honestly give two thousand caps to see a prospector's face when greeting this thing.

The guards opened the door, and pointed at the large throne room, "Head on inside. The Princess will see you now."

Six nodded, "Thank you gents." He smiled under his mask, and stepped on inside, sliding his hands inside of his duster, and stepping on down the red carpet.

The human let out a whistle upon seeing the equine on the throne. A wing, and a horn! She must be an important one around here. He watched as she stepped off the throne, and made her way to him. They both stopped when they were about 5-6 meters from each other.

"Am I to assume you have questions?" The winged-horn equine asked with a tone of voice he couldn't quite describe. It reminded him of a mother in a way, and it took a bit of willpower to not just compliment her on her voice alone.

"Yeah. I've got just one." Six nodded, giving a pause for effect.

"Can you tell me what the absolute fuck is going on here?!"