Cottonwood Cove Monologue
Six slaps her face, hoping the pain will wake her. Pinches her cheeks when nothing happens. But she’s not sleeping and she’s not dreaming—her nightmare is her reality. She’s working with a murderer, a man who burned down an entire town. The realization hits her hard, like a punch to the gut. It’s enough to make her stomach churn. At least she doesn’t throw up.
Vulpes, for both their sakes, is quiet as they make their way to Cottonwood Cove. He and Lucullus speak in whispers, discussing the new ‘shipment of slaves’, like they’re not people but merchandise. Six tunes them out before she can start dry heaving. The NCR had better appreciate her effort.
The day’s sun is slipping further beneath the horizon as the two reach the camp. Their trips …show more content…
The suit fits him well, better than the Legion armor he typically wears. He catches Six’s gaze and glares at her, daring the woman to say something. A blush crawls up her neck when she realizes she’s been staring at him. The trailer’s too dark for him to notice, though.
Six waits until they reach Freeside to change into her dress—she’s not traversing the desert in heels. It also gives her an excuse to say hi to Rex, who’s so excited to see her he nearly knocks her over. She’s gone in a minute, leaving behind a promise to return.
New Vegas is bustling with visitors, faces Six’ll never see again. She likes the anonymity, likes knowing these people don’t care if she’s ‘Courier Six’ or a street vendor. They just want to enjoy themselves.
She loves the Strip, but the Lucky 38’s her favorite. It’s quiet and calm; there are no bright lights, no tipsy people. And she controls who enters.
Six leads her companions to the presidential suite, the only place where guest are allowed. “There’s food and alcohol in the fridge, a bathroom to your right, and more beds and pillows than one person could possibly need. I’ll be back …show more content…
She glances over it in the elevator but doesn’t care to fully examine it. The label on Nuka-Cola is more interesting than House’s pretentious views of himself.
“I trust you are finished with your task” is Vulpes’s greeting. Six resists the urge to roll her eyes, choosing instead to toss a piece of paper at him. His eyes scan the content and he continues, “Be ready in ten minutes, for we will be departing.”
“No, we’re not,” Six corrects. “You’re not in charge, I am. And I have other business to take care of before I leave.”
With that, Six heads to the room farthest to her left and starts pulling out vault jumpsuits for Sarah. It hadn’t been easy, searching the vaults. The company that built the bomb shelters had a penchant for experimenting, and not the morally righteous kind.
Vulpes clamps a cold hand on her shoulder when she’s about to leave. He yanks her backwards, forcing her to face him. He speaks in a voice colder than his eyes, tone sending a chill down her side. “Caesar’s orders were clear. I am to escort you back to Fortification Hill immediately.”
Six elbows him, hard enough to knock the wind from his lugs. He stumbles backwards but she sweeps his legs out from under him and the frumentarius crashes to the
Vulpes, for both their sakes, is quiet as they make their way to Cottonwood Cove. He and Lucullus speak in whispers, discussing the new ‘shipment of slaves’, like they’re not people but merchandise. Six tunes them out before she can start dry heaving. The NCR had better appreciate her effort.
The day’s sun is slipping further beneath the horizon as the two reach the camp. Their trips …show more content…
The suit fits him well, better than the Legion armor he typically wears. He catches Six’s gaze and glares at her, daring the woman to say something. A blush crawls up her neck when she realizes she’s been staring at him. The trailer’s too dark for him to notice, though.
Six waits until they reach Freeside to change into her dress—she’s not traversing the desert in heels. It also gives her an excuse to say hi to Rex, who’s so excited to see her he nearly knocks her over. She’s gone in a minute, leaving behind a promise to return.
New Vegas is bustling with visitors, faces Six’ll never see again. She likes the anonymity, likes knowing these people don’t care if she’s ‘Courier Six’ or a street vendor. They just want to enjoy themselves.
She loves the Strip, but the Lucky 38’s her favorite. It’s quiet and calm; there are no bright lights, no tipsy people. And she controls who enters.
Six leads her companions to the presidential suite, the only place where guest are allowed. “There’s food and alcohol in the fridge, a bathroom to your right, and more beds and pillows than one person could possibly need. I’ll be back …show more content…
She glances over it in the elevator but doesn’t care to fully examine it. The label on Nuka-Cola is more interesting than House’s pretentious views of himself.
“I trust you are finished with your task” is Vulpes’s greeting. Six resists the urge to roll her eyes, choosing instead to toss a piece of paper at him. His eyes scan the content and he continues, “Be ready in ten minutes, for we will be departing.”
“No, we’re not,” Six corrects. “You’re not in charge, I am. And I have other business to take care of before I leave.”
With that, Six heads to the room farthest to her left and starts pulling out vault jumpsuits for Sarah. It hadn’t been easy, searching the vaults. The company that built the bomb shelters had a penchant for experimenting, and not the morally righteous kind.
Vulpes clamps a cold hand on her shoulder when she’s about to leave. He yanks her backwards, forcing her to face him. He speaks in a voice colder than his eyes, tone sending a chill down her side. “Caesar’s orders were clear. I am to escort you back to Fortification Hill immediately.”
Six elbows him, hard enough to knock the wind from his lugs. He stumbles backwards but she sweeps his legs out from under him and the frumentarius crashes to the