Getting Out of Bed Was the Easiest Part

The large, white Equine, to which Six dubbed 'Whitey' as he still didn't know names, stood silent for a moment, before taking in a small breath.

"I cannot explain that, at the current moment." She spoke. Six frowned under his mask, before attempting to calm his nerves. Questions first, anger later.

"What the fuck do you mean you can't explain that?" He asked, staring right up at Whitey. "I just want to know why I'm here, and what the hell you guys are." The human had to refrain himself from jabbing a finger at her, lest he gets a spear run through him. No matter what people say, those spears the Legion have hurt worse than contracting something from a hooker at Gomorrah.

A look of understanding donned Whitey's face, before letting a small smile grace her muzzle, "Oh, well, that. I can explain. Not the 'why I'm here' part, though."

Six sighed, and brought a palm to his helmet, and shook his head, before shoving it back inside of his duster. He looked back up the tall horse, trying his best to look impatient. It didn't work, as he couldn't change the facial features of a mask.

"Well, go on, then. Explain." He spoke in a commanding tone. He heard a few growls from behind him but ignored those.

After the lecture from the pretty pony princess, which Courier Six now learned that her name was 'Celestia', but would rather be addressed as 'Princess Celestia' when in public. He had a ton of questions.

"Wait- so hold on, you're saying you can use magic? Correct me if I'm wrong, but that just blows everything I know out of the water." Six frowned.

Princess Celestia let out a small giggle, before he watched her horn flare up, and pick up a small, empty cage.

Six stared in dumbstruck amazement, "Holy shit. You aren't lying. Well, I guess if I'm here for good then I better get accustomed to it." He muttered, before looking back at Celestia, "So. From what I've gathered here, your land is named 'Equestria'. And you're called 'Ponies'." He let out a laugh, "Damn, can these names get any more uncreative?"

Princess Celestia cocked her head to the side, "Whatever do you mean?" She questioned.

Six shook his head, "Don't worry about it. You'll figure it out soon enough." He then looked around the area, "So. With that lecture out of the way. I have one more question."

The Princess nodded, "Go ahead."

"Can I have my weapons back, please?" The Courier asked, subconsciously pressing his right hand into his empty holster, where his .44 Magnum used to reside. He always felt a bit naked without all of his firearms, and it annoyed him to no end.

"I am afraid I cannot do that," spoke Princess Celestia. Six let out a sigh of frustration.

"Why not?" He asked, his posture taking a more impatient stance. Six counted all of the guards in the room. Six in total, seven if you count the lady that could blast him to pieces. He still couldn't get over how she controlled the sun, but, their world their laws.

Six watched as the Princess gave a motherly smile, "We still don't know for certain if you're a danger to us all, and we simply cannot give you access to your weapons if the reports in Ponyville are any credible."

This left a bad taste in his mouth. He knew he shouldn't have engaged those dogs. He let out another sigh, "That's what the town is called? Creative." The human quipped. He knew it was the attempt to get his weapons back was a lost cause, so he refrained from pursuing it any further.

"Yes, well, I was not the one who named it, but it was a fitting name, nonetheless." Celestia added with that fucking smile still plastered onto her face. She knew something he didn't, and it was chipping away at him.

Six took in a deep breath, and sighed in defeat, "Well. Can I at-least not stay in that cell? That place gives me the creeps." He shuddered at how cold that place was.

He watched as the Princess stepped over to him, and gave his shoulder a small nuzzle, "I suppose that is fair, after all, you are unarmed. I shall have a servant take you to your room." She spoke, before stepping away from him. This lady was going to be the death of him. Literally, if he didn't play his cards right.

"Alright, that's fair enough, can I go now? I kinda want to get back to playing cards with myself." the Courier queried. He wasn't insane. Or so he'd like to think.

Anyways, with that out of the way, the Princess had sent him on his way and got a servant to accompany him to his room. It seemed all of the janitors, or maids, as the others called them were female. It didn't bother him, any. He wasn't into these ponies anyways.

"So, what are you?" The mare in front of him asked as they traveled down one of the many corridors.

"I'm a human." Six answered simply, his hands still in his duster's pockets.

She had a puzzled expression on her face, to which Six took notice of. She let out a small 'oh' before going quiet. Six didn't mind the quiet. He had spent a long time traveling alone, so he was used to quiet. Up until recently, that is. He now had companions he takes to travel with him. He always favored ED-E over anyone else, though. The little robot was a good companion.

And when the battle of Hoover dam rolled around, he stuck with NCR's side. He helped them take over New Vegas, too. They already had control over the place, might as well turn the entire place over in their hands.

The mare stopped in front of a door, surrounded by other doors all neatly lined up next to each other in rows. They all had numbers on them, too. The number on his door being '104'.

"Well, here's your room, sir." The mare told him, handing a key over to him. Six took the key, and unlocked the door, before opening it.

Turning to the mare, he looked down at her, seeing if she had anything to say.

"Dinner time is around the corner. It's just down the hall to your right, and to your left." She informed, before turning back down the hallway, and trotting off. Six nodded, and shut the door, before locking it once more. He sighed and surveyed the room.

It was a nice place, a bed extending outwards, with two windows on each side of it. Off to his right was a bathroom, and to his left, a closet, and next to the closet was a desk and a chair. Six smiled and stepped over to the desk. He reached both of his palms up to the sides of his helmet and undid the seals on them. It was Riot Gear after-all, it had to be sealed to not have Tear Gas leak into the open spots. He then lifted his helmet and mask combination off of his head, and set it down onto the desk with a clang.

"Alright, now to the shower." He murmured to himself, stepping over to the bathroom, and undoing all of the clamps and straps of his armor under his duster. He then pulled his duster off, folded it on top of the sink, and removed the armor underneath, setting it next to his duster.

Once done, he took a glance at himself in the mirror. He had a sharp jawline, pale blue eyes, with a ragged beard spanning to the ends of his jaw. His hair was jet-black and long. It's been a while since he had a trim, but a lot of people had long hair in the wasteland. Kind of hard to find a barber in that place.

He took in a deep breath, and shook his head, before stepping into the shower.

After the shower was done, Courier Six cut the water, removed the curtain, and stepped out. He donned his armor, and duster, before hearing a knock on the door.

Grumbling to himself, he stepped out of the bathroom, and stepped over to the door, and unlocked it, looking down at the equine that knocked.

It was the same maid from earlier and looked up at his face in surprise.

"O-Oh, uhm.." She stuttered to find words, and the human raised an eyebrow, realizing that none of the ponies had seen his face. Not many have, to be honest.

"Well?" He asked, slightly impatient.

"I-I'm sorry, but it's Dinner time, and the Princess requested that you come." She then turned, "F-Follow me, sir." And with that, she began down the hallway. Six sighed, and followed after her, slipping his hands back into his Duster's pockets.

He was led to more double doors and was pushed open by the mare, Six in tow. He scanned the surroundings. Princess Celestia was situated at the end of the table, which could easily fit 20 people. Next to her was another one of those winged-horned ponies, this time blue, instead of white, and a flowing mane of stars. She must be another ruler of this place. Great. And to Celestia's left was a white Unicorn, with a blue mane. The maid then turned around and sped off down the hallway.

Six continued walking to the table, eying his surroundings even more. He briefly locked eyes with the white Unicorn, and the unicorn gave a small nod, almost as if acknowledging a silent bond between the two. Six picked a seat that was at the middle of the table and slid into the chair. He slid his hands out of his Duster and folded them on top of the table, right next to the plate that was there.

"Hello, Princess." Six nodded, looking over in her direction.

"Hello.." The Princess then donned a look he couldn't quite place, "I never got your name, did I?"

Six felt like his insides had sunk into the earth, and down into the core. He knew this was coming.

"I'm Courier Six. You may call me Courier if you wish, Princess." The human answered.

Six looked down at his plate, contemplating what to say next before a voice cut through the air. It wasn't imposing in the slightest, but it was a curious one. Curiosity kills.

"You've been through a lot, haven't you?" The voice asked. Six snapped his head to the voice, and frowned, remembering everything he's been through. The Divide, Sierra Madre, Zion.

"That's not really any of your business." The Courier spoke, placing the owner of the voice with the Unicorn that he had locked eyes with earlier.

"Now, I'm hungry. Princess, what's on the menu?" He questioned, looking over at Celestia, and sitting back. The blue one, however, looked like she had just seen a ghost slaughter everyone she loved.

Catching the peculiar expression, he looked over to the blue one. They both locked eyes, and the look only increased. Odd.

"H-How in Mother's name is you here?"