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With the pardon secured, Six and the team wasted no time returning to Primm. As they rolled back into town, Johnson Nash and the others were already waiting, eager for news. Meyer stepped forward, holding up the pardon for all to see.

Yet again met face to face with Johnson Nash's gun barrel.

"God Damn It! Nash I'm going to stick that gun up your ass if you do that one more time."

Said Six fed up with Johnson Nash's revolver's gung-ho attitude.

"Whoa, hold on their youngster, don't be fretting so much on his old timer, I'm just being careful."

"Whatever then. I got Meyers a pardon so you guys can make him your new sheriff."

"Finally decided to make yourself useful, huh? You brought the law back to Primm, we'll all be in your debt."

"Shitty old man!"

With Meyer's pardon secured and the law reestablished in Primm, Six felt the weight of his success lifting from his shoulders. The once lawless town now had a sheriff—gritty, unorthodox, but reliable. Primm, now part of Goodsprings, had hope for a safer future. And Meyers began his speech for the townsfolk of Primm, who were inside the casino.

"Okay, folks. I called you out here because I've grown to trust you. Primm, the town to the south, is looking for some new law. I know that you guys don't have experience with law enforcement at least not on the enforcement side."

"However, I also know that you are honorable and looking for some redemption. This is our chance for redemption. Now let's bring the law to Primm! I'm Sheriff Meyers. Be good, or I'll shoot you dead."

After Meyer's rather blunt speech, the awkward applause from the townsfolk made it clear that Primm was still adjusting to its new sheriff. Nonetheless, they knew this was a turning point for the town, knowing that the new sheriff would gun down anybody who broke the law.

Johnson Nash chuckled softly watching Six's banter with Rebecca, shaking his head.

"I'll give you this, kid. You sure know how to shake things up. Bringing Primm back from the edge like this... it's no small feat."

Six smirked, glancing at Rebecca.

"I've got a habit of making the impossible possible."

Rebecca, her signature sarcastic grin in place, replied.

"Well, your crazy ideas have worked out so far. Guess I'll stick around to see what's next."

Turning his attention back to business, Six approached Nash.

"Shitty old man, does anyone own the Bison Steve Hotel? I want to purchase it, or take it if it's abandoned."

Nash scratched his head.

"Last I heard, old Laurie was running the place, but she vanished months ago. The place has been empty since then. Considering all you've done for us, it's yours. No one here will argue."

With the Bison Steve Hotel in his possession, Six wasted no time. He immediately deployed a teleporter, bringing over a crew of B1 Construction and Battle Droids. Over the next few days, the hotel became the focus of a massive transformation.

Droids worked tirelessly, turning Primm into a fortified base of operations—complete with automated defenses, weapon stores, and infrastructure linking the town to Goodsprings.

During the downtime, Six didn't idle. His mind raced with the implications of the Naquadah Generator. He spent hours researching its technology, looking for ways to adapt it as a replacement for fusion energy in everything from power grids to vehicles.

The generator's output would revolutionize both Goodsprings and Primm. His father, Viktor, would surely be able to take the refined Naquadah and integrate it into the Vault's power systems, optimizing it for all machinery and weaponry.

As the droids completed their work in Primm, Six and Rebecca stood outside, surveying the now-secured town. Defenses were in place, new technologies had been set up, and Primm was officially under Goodsprings' growing sphere of influence.

Six pulled out his holocommunicator and sent all his research to Viktor, along with the refined Naquadah he had replicated.

"If anyone can integrate this faster into the Vault and vehicles than me, it's Dad."

Rebecca folded her arms, watching him.

"You're not just changing towns, you're changing the whole Mojave. What's next?"

Six grinned, the endless possibilities dancing in his mind.

"Next? We keep expanding. With this kind of power and tech, we're just getting started."

With Primm fortified and the Naquadah generator research complete, Six knew the future was wide open. The Mojave Wasteland was slowly becoming his territory, one step at a time.

As Six and his crew approached the Nevada Highway Patrol Station, they could see a group of Jackal gang members blocking the road, clearly up to no good. The moment the raiders spotted the Battle Bus, they attempted to take cover, unaware of the firepower it held.

Six, seated comfortably in the command seat, gave a quick glance at Raul Tejada, the ghoul gunslinger turned driver, who was manning one of the turrets.

"All right, Raul, mow down every raider in the way with the Battle Bus. Once they're dealt with, we'll get off the vehicle and clean up the survivors!"

Six ordered, his voice carrying the authority of someone who'd done this countless times before.

Raul cracked his knuckles with a grin.

"You got it, boss."

With a flick of a switch, the turrets whirred to life. As the Jackals opened fire, Raul unleashed a barrage of heavy turret rounds that tore through their makeshift cover like paper. Raiders scrambled for better positions, but the Battle Bus was a rolling fortress, and its weapons far outmatched anything the Jackals had.

Within moments, bodies hit the dirt as the raiders were cut down, their screams drowned out by the deafening roar of turret fire. The few who survived the initial onslaught hid behind burning debris, cowering and hoping the assault would stop.

Six smirked as the vehicle came to a halt, stepping out of the armored bus.

"Showtime."

He said, drawing his modified Q-35 Matter Modulator, the unique plasma rifle he'd salvaged from the REPCONN facility. Behind him, Rebecca, Raul, and the rest of the crew disembarked, weapons ready.

Rebecca took her place beside Six, her light machine gun at the ready.

"Always the gentleman, letting little old me make the first move."

She teased.

Making Six nod with a smirk.

"Wouldn't want to spoil the fun."

Without missing a beat, the crew spread out, methodically hunting down the few surviving Jackals. Raul, with the precision of a veteran sharpshooter, quickly took down a raider who tried to flank them. Meanwhile, Rebecca's shots cut through the air, gunning down raiders as she moved effortlessly, always at Six's side.

In just a few minutes, the roadblock was clear. The Jackals were no more, their bodies scattered and their makeshift barricades reduced to smoldering wreckage.

Six surveyed the scene, satisfied with the quick and brutal efficiency.

"Let's move. Critters still need dealing with up ahead."

As the Battle Bus rumbled back to life, Six and his crew pressed onward toward Ivanpah Dry Lake. The sun was beginning its descent, casting long shadows over the Mojave, but the team was undeterred. With the Jackals behind them, the only thing standing between them and their next objective was the insect infestation plaguing the NCR's supply routes.

Six leaned back in his seat, his gaze scanning the desert landscape ahead. The road was eerily quiet—too quiet. He knew the infestation of mutated creatures was close, and it wouldn't be long before they encountered the swarm.

Reports from the NCR described the area being overrun by giant ants and radscorpions, making it nearly impossible for caravans to pass safely.

Rebecca sat next to him, casually checking the sights on her plasma pistol.

"You know, it's never boring with you around Big guy. Every five minutes, it's something trying to kill us."

Six smirked.

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

She shook her head, a small smile on her lips.

"Not bad, just... intense. But I can handle it."

Up ahead, the dry lake bed came into view, and Six could see the telltale signs of the infestation. Hulking radscorpions scuttled across the cracked earth, their venomous tails twitching with deadly intent.

Swarms of giant ants, each the size of a large dog and a van, patrolled the area, their mandibles clicking menacingly.

"Here we go."

Six muttered, leaning forward and grabbing the plasma rifle.

"Everyone get ready. We're about to get knee-deep in bugs."

Raul, ever the calm and collected ghoul, cracked his knuckles again.

"Bugs? Ain't nothing we can't handle, boss."

Six's eyes glinted as Raul took the Battle Bus into combat mode.

"Time to clear the road."

The crew wasted no time. As the Battle Bus approached the infested area, the automated turrets fired up, unleashing a hailstorm of bullets. The radscorpions took the brunt of the assault, their tough exoskeletons cracking under the concentrated fire.

Ants skittered toward the bus, only to be mowed down by precise bursts of turret fire, their twitching bodies littering the ground.

Raul pulled the bus to a stop just outside the densest part of the infestation.

"We clear this out, and the caravans can move again. Let's get to work."

Listening to Six the crew disembarked once more, taking formation around the bus. Six raised his Q-35 Matter Modulator, aiming at a large radscorpion charging toward them. The weapon hummed to life, sending a crackling bolt of plasma directly into the creature's body. It screeched as its chitin melted, collapsing in a heap.

Rebecca took up a position next to him, her plasma shots tearing through the ants attempting to flank them. Boone, true to his sniper roots, picked off any of the remaining bugs with precision, ensuring none got close to the group.

For the next half hour, the crew systematically wiped out the infestation, moving carefully to avoid being overwhelmed. The insects fought back fiercely, but against Six's technology and the coordinated fire of the crew, they didn't stand a chance.

Eventually, the last radscorpion fell. The dry lake was littered with the corpses of the mutated bugs, their twitching legs stilling as the dust settled.

Six took a deep breath, surveying the scene with satisfaction.

"That should do it. The caravans can pass through here now."

Raul spat on the ground, dusting off his hands.

"Well, that was fun. What's next, boss?"

Six grinned, already planning his next move.

"Next? We keep pushing. One step closer to taking over this whole wasteland."

Rebecca holstered her weapo, shaking her head with a laugh.

"You never stop, do you?"

Six glanced at her, his eyes gleaming.

"Nope. And neither will this crew. Let's get back on the bus. The Mojave isn't going to conquer itself."

With the infestation cleared and the road to Ivanpah Dry Lake safe once more, the team boarded the Battle Bus and continued on their journey. With every battle won, and every piece of territory secured, Six's influence grew. The Mojave was becoming his—piece by piece, one victory at a time.

Level: 15

NAME: Six XI

GENDER: MALE

STRENGTH: 10

PERCEPTION: 10

ENDURANCE: 10

CHARISMA: 10

INTELLIGENCE: 10

AGILITY: 10

LUCK: 10

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BARTER: 78

ENERGY WEAPONS: 36

EXPLOSIVES: 36

GUNS: 100

LOCKPICK: 39

MEDICINE: 100

MELEE WEAPONS: 39

REPAIR: 100

SCIENCE: 100

SNEAK: 39

SPEECH: 39

SURVIVAL: 39

UNARMED: 39