Getting Out of Bed Was the Easiest Part

Courier Six sat on his bed, his AER-9 propped up against the frame, with his helmet resting on the middle of the mattress, with him just staring at the ground. He had been cooped up in this place for hours, doing everything he possibly could to keep his mind occupied. He even resorted to listening to holotapes he picked up across the wasteland, to no avail.

His thoughts began to wander back to his arrival. How did he even get here, anyway? The last thing he remembered was exiting the Lucky 38 and then it just..dropped off. It's almost as if the memory didn't even exist. Something was probably blocking him from remembering that part, but whatever.

Six's concentration his memory was jarred by the sound of a particularly loud explosion topping off outside. He shot to his feet, snagging his AER-9 from the bed, and making his way to the window. He took a look outside and saw the place swarming with insect-like equines.

"What. The. Fuck?" Six raised an eyebrow, before snagging his helmet, and fitting it onto his head. He hastily sealed it and clamped it down, before bringing the stock of his Laser Rifle to his shoulder, and bringing it into a low-ready position.

He then advanced towards the door, opened it, and stepped outside. He took a look left, then right, before speeding off at a jog down the direction the dining hall was in.

As he rounded a corner, two of the insect-looking motherfuckers stopped around 7-8 feet from him, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Having a nice afternoon?" Six asked, sliding his finger around the trigger of his Laser Rifle.

They let out a hiss and charged him, horns down. A sound idea, if he wasn't already ready for them. In the blink of an eye, he snapped the rifle up and sent off two lasers, one making it's way through the head of the one on his right, instantly frying the brain and stopping it dead in its tracks.

The other, however, was granted no such mercy as the laser was sent through its chest, puncturing a lung and severing arteries, but due to instant cauterization, it only managed in dropping him to the ground. Six stepped over to it, and sighed, sending a laser through its head to spare it further agony.

Now, if he remembered correctly, Princess Celestia would be in the throne room, which is left of the dining hall, down a long hallway, and a sharp right. He quickly sped off, making his way to the throne room. He needed answers.

Having encountered more resistance, which was swiftly dealt with, and a quick MFC change, Six rounded yet another corner and came face-to-face with the throne room. The doors were wide open and in the middle of it was Princess Celestia duking it out with another one of those black motherfuckers, which he just labeled 'cricket-lady'.

He witnessed in horror as Cricket-lady defeat Celestia, and he growled silently under his breath. She better not be fucking dead, or someone's going inside of a wood chipper.

Raising his AER-9, he brought the sights to his eyes, and pulled back the trigger, hearing the all-too-familiar 'PEW!' accompanying it. The laser struck her in the side, and passed through effortlessly, which caused her to scream in surprise, and pain, and double over onto the ground.

Ignoring the looks from the massive crowd inside of the throne room, he advanced onto Cricket-lady, and leveled the AER-9's barrel with the top of her head, and began pulling the trigger back.

"Wait!" A feminine voice called out to him, and briefly turning his head, most of his concentration still on Cricket-lady if she tried anything, but he shifted his gaze from her to that pink winged-horse he had seen earlier today.

"This better be good." He growled under his mask, his voice still has that same robotic tint to it.

"Don't kill her!" She shouted at him. He swore he could see her visibly shudder at the thought of it, but he sighed, and, not after delivering a swift kick to Cricket-lady's side, removed his finger from the trigger, and lowered the rifle. He stepped back from her and witnessed as pink-lady rushed over to the side of that same Unicorn he had seen.

He frowned under his mask as a large blast of pink swept out from the two over them, washing over him, and blasting Cricket-lady into the sky. What was that one Pre-War show, where these group of people always got launched into the sky? What were their names? Was it Team Rocket or something?

The field that washed over him felt too similar to the pacification field at the Big Empty. Way too similar.

Six ponies approached him, two of the ponies that he had observed at the start of this whole escapade being apart of the group. The one leading them the purple horned one he had observed.

She opened her mouth to speak, and Six just sighed, "Don't you know it's impolite to approach armed people?" He asked, brushing past them.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?!" A raspy voice shouted behind him. He took a glance back at the source and found it was a rainbow-haired Pegasus. Talk about the literal embodiment of this place.

"I'm going back to my room, fuck is it to you?" He shot back, seemingly making her angrier.

"Why I ought-" She was cut off by, much to Six's surprise, Princess Celestia.

"Rainbow, that's enough. Leave him alone. Six, would you please meet me in the gardens after this is over? We have things I'd like to discuss." She smiled, and the rainbow-haired one grumbled something, folded her hooves together, and turned his attention away from him.

"Sure, Princess." He nodded, making his way back. If this society was a little bit like New Vegas. News outlets are going to cover him like it's going out of style. That is one thing he was not looking forward to.

He found himself in his room again, helmet off, and AER-9 against the back of his chair when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." He called out, the door opening and in walked the blue Princess, shutting the door behind her.

"Hello, Six." She greeted with a smile, stepping over to his bed, and taking a seat on it.

"Hello.." Six greeted, realizing he never got a name. Him trailing off must've been warning enough for her.

"Princess Luna, but you may call me Luna if you'd like." She nodded, before Six sat back, and turned his head to her.

"What's with the visit?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. Luna seemed to anticipate this response as she took a brief look out of the window, before speaking.

"I'd like to talk about your stay, here," Luna told him with a soft smile.

"Sure. What'd you have in mind?"