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Six woke up to the moans of two naked women lying on top of him, covered with his spunk inside and out. He barely remembered that Rebecca woke him up while she was riding him, after filling her up Cassidy took her turn. This went on for hours and only one sentence popped into his mind.

"God, I love this new life! I'm going to live it to the fullest. Wait for me, Caesar, there's a golf club with your name on it."

"And now, I've got to find that golf club."

Freeing himself from the clingy pair, Six got up, stretched for a minute or two, then dressed Rebecca and himself, equipped all their gear, and took a sip from his Vault 13 canteen.

The next thing, Cassidy woke up whining.

"What are you made of? We kept going for hours nonstop. How are you not tired?

"Ah, I can barely move my legs. I think you broke me last night."

"I still can't believe that midget hogged you all to herself and still be alive."

Looking at her, he immediately knew what was wrong with her, thanks to his medical skills.

[Swore back from overuse of exercise and small pelvis fractures on the lower body][Recommended treatment a doctor's bag, stimpak, or a good day rest]

"You'll be fine with a few more hours of rest. Unless you're ready for another round?"

She yelled, hurling a pillow at him.

"Scram, you quack doctor. And make sure you're back in a few days for another one of your 'house calls'."

She attempted to rise again but collapsed the next instant, finally resigning herself to rest in bed.

Carrying the unconscious Rebecca, Six left the rented room and made his way to his family's caravan to check on them. Upon arrival, he found everyone awake, including the trio they had recently taken in, who were conversing with his mother, Betty.

"Hey Twig, looks like you guys had a restful night."

"Yeah... yeah... yeah."

The trio spoke, and then Ben took over the conversation.

"Look, there's no need to beat around the bush... The fatty, the chick, and I are splitting from your group now that we've reached the outpost."

"We're heading to Nipton to try our luck at making caps there."

As he finished, Scarlett gestured with her hand, urging him to hurry up. She was struggling because Twig didn't want to leave and risk losing the cold storage for his Nuka-Cola. Noticing Twig's attachment to his invention, Viktor decided to give a cold storage container to the Nuka-Cola enthusiast.

"Uh, Six? Why is Pops giving the big guy one of his storage containers? I thought he was secretive about his tech. Isn't he concerned that it might be sold or stolen?"

"Ah, right. You're not familiar with Dad's tech. The old man is quite vindictive with his creations. Each of his inventions contains a small thermite explosive, so if anyone tries to tamper with it to replicate the technology, it will detonate, destroying the contents."

"Wow, Pops is a real piece of work! I love him, Big Guy."

They bid farewell to the trio at the base of the two Monument statues in the Mojave Outpost. They headed downhill, which surprised Six; he was expecting to see a clutter of ruined cars and trucks on the road. Instead, he saw a clear path with army trucks moving towards Primm and Nipton.

Taken aback, he hadn't anticipated that the NCR would have vehicles in the Mojave. But then again, this wasn't a video game; this was real life, with him being the only game-like entity in this world.

"Mama, Mama! Look at all the big cars on the street! Can we ride in one? Please, Mama, please!"

Little Dora hopped excitedly at the sight of the vehicles, while the former slaves stood guard over his family and the children.

"Dora, we already have a heavily armed bus. Why would you want to ride in one of those?"

Six inquired, intrigued by what his younger sister wished to do.

"Poo, you suck Big bro!"

"Big sis Becca, can you teach me how to shoot a gun? My Mama and Big bro won't teach me. I want to be like you when I grow up, please!"

"Sure thing you little shit!"

He finally understood his little sister's eagerness to ride in the military trucks; she believed they would instruct her on how to shoot. Shortly after, Victor returned with a BB gun, having heard his daughter express an interest in learning to shoot.

"Dear, did you just give our daughter a gun?"

His mother exclaimed, incensed that his father had given his little sister a gun.

"Oh come on, Betty, it's just a BB gun. It's practically a toy."

He replied.

"She could still shoot her eye out with that thing, Viktor!"

"Betty, Dora is smarter than that."

He assured her.

Seconds later...

Puff!

"Ow, my foot!"

Dora screamed, having shot herself.

"Uh-oh!"

After the mother had given the father a memorable scolding, Six purchased a copy of 'Duck and Cover' from Lacey in the mess hall. They returned to the caravan and descended the hill by the Monument statues. At the bottom, Six found the pile of wrecked vehicles near the Nipton Road rest stop, resembling a car graveyard.

His father would have been thrilled if he were still conscious. So, Six activated his Dismantler Ability, breaking down the vehicles into metal scraps, frames, plating, fusion cores, and various other components.

He set aside the dozen motorcycles found on a cargo trailer, storing them whole in the storage containers. With the assistance of the former slaves, they collected everything from the car graveyard.

While Six and his companions were collecting materials, Rebecca gathered some discarded cans, arranged them in a line on the station, and called Dora over.

"Okay, you little shit! Like I promised, I'm going to teach you how to shoot some gonks"

Rebecca declared, hands on her hips and nose in the air, as Dora embraced her tightly.

"Yay, I love you, Big Sis!"

After he had finished collecting materials and had looted a copy of Pugilism Illustrated from the gas station, he returned to find Rebecca instructing Dora. He realized that Rebecca had little concern for child safety when he saw that she had replaced the BB gun with a 9mm pistol during the lesson.

He considered intervening but then noticed his little sister's impressive marksmanship. Deciding to let the training continue, he stored the materials on the carrier and they resumed their journey. They made a stop at the Nevada Highway Patrol Station, where they found a copy of Guns and Bullets.

Soon, they reached Primm. The group felt the rising heat as they entered the town, noticing the pavement covering it. They wiped the sweat from their foreheads and shed extra layers to cool down.

In search of rest and a meal, they were directed to the Bison Steve Casino and Hotel. The casino was somewhat worn but still respectable. They joined a table, and his mother generously paid for a meal, insisting the former slaves keep their money.

"Mom, I'm getting three pieces of scrap metal, two sensor modules, and one bundle of scrap electronics... For a side project, I'm working on"

Six asked his mother to send his little sister to check their supplies. She returned in just a few minutes with all the materials he needed.

"Son, after everything you've done for the family, this is the least we can do. Please, take as much as you need."

His mother said.

As he gratefully accepted, Rebecca burst in, exclaiming, "No takebacks!" which made Betty giggle while watching Rebecca dash towards their supplies.

"Shit Fucking Damn! This town is scorching!"

Rebecca exclaimed, overwhelmed by the heat, while Six followed her but then veered off towards the Mojave Express. Upon entering, he encountered the man who served as the closest thing the town had to a mayor.

"Hello, youngster. Johnson Nash's my name. Husband to Ruby Nash. Lived in Primm going on eight years now, thick and thin. I'm a trader primarily, for what it's worth with things like they are. I also run the local Mojave Express outpost. I don't know what it was brought you to Primm, youngster." 

Johnson Nash stood at the front desk, a half-destroyed robot on his right side and stacks of paperwork in his left.

"My name's Six. Are you selling that broken robot? I'd buy it from you to fix it up; I'm somewhat of a tinkerer. If not, I could use it for spare parts."

"Oh... That beat-up old pile of bolts? What do you want to know? Nah, youngster you can have it if you want it. A courier dropped it off a little bit ago. I'd hoped to get it up and running for some courier work, but never could get it running, it's just picking up dust here in this old shop."

Johnson then handed the malfunctioning robot over to Six.

Level: 4

NAME: Six XI

GENDER: MALE

STRENGTH: 10

PERCEPTION: 10

ENDURANCE: 10

CHARISMA: 10

INTELLIGENCE: 10

AGILITY: 10

LUCK: 10

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BARTER: 42

ENERGY WEAPONS: 27

EXPLOSIVES: 27

GUNS: 87

LOCKPICK: 27

MEDICINE: 27

MELEE WEAPONS: 27

REPAIR: 57

SCIENCE: 42

SNEAK: 27

SPEECH: 27

SURVIVAL: 27

UNARMED: 27