Characters: Flak & Shrapnel and lots of others from Fallout 3 Tags: Gen, Crossover Summary: Flak ‘n’ Shrapnel. They're back. The most dangerous combination since nitro and glycerine. And they'll never get caught.They're on a mission from... the Chief. ---------oXo---------
To say Flak and Shrapnel were surprised when Chief Harkness took them aside one day after closing down their stall for the day would be mildly understated. Especially since the Chief mentioned needing their help. They followed him out of the Marketplace, through the door that led only to a little dead-end corridor on the side of the ship ending in a sheer drop of twenty yards or so above the waterline, a place where eavesdroppers would be very unlikely.
“What is it we can help you with, Chief?”, Flak asked after lighting up his smoke. Harkness seemed unsure of how to reply, and his left eyelid twitched as if he had a tic. He finally seemed to have made up his mind and looked first at him, then at Shrapnel. “First of all, I need your word that whatever you hear tonight must remain between the three of us. Absolutely no one else must know this.” Shrapnel lifted his eyebrows but nodded. “Of course.” “Do I have your word?” The two weapon dealers exchanged a glance. “Yes”, Shrapnel said, and Flak added: “Sure thing, Chief.” “Good.” Harkness’ eyelid twitched again. “The thing is, what I got to tell you is probably hard to swallow. I found it unbelievable at first and even though I have proof of it it’s still...” He sighed. “Well, no use in beating about the bush.” Shrapnel took a pack of cigarettes out of a pocket, pulled one out and put it between his lips while watching Harkness.
“You heard of Zimmer and that escaped android?” Both of them nodded while Shrapnel took out his lighter. “And that the Vault kid sent Zimmer off, making him believe the android was dead?” Shrapnel paused in what he was doing. “Making him believe?” Harkness smiled a little uncomfortably. “Indeed. You see, the android had his memories replaced and underwent facial surgery to escape the slavery of the Commonwealth.” “Understandably”, Shrapnel said and switched his lighter on. “So anyway, the Vault kid found that out and thought that the android needed his memory back to be able to protect himself. So she found out the activation code and did just that.” Flak gave the security chief a long, thoughtful stare. “Is it by chance someone we know, that android?” Harkness smiled thinly at them. “It is by chance someone whom you are talking to right now.”
Shrapnel dropped the lighter; it slid along the metal floor, tilted over the edge and vanished despite his best efforts to catch it again. With a muffled curse Shrapnel leaned forward only to hear the faintest splash twenty five yards below as the lighter vanished forever out of his reach. He then slowly turned around, cigarette still unlit, and stared at the security chief again whose left eyelid twitched for the third time. After rallying himself Flak took a breath and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke, frowning. “You’re the android, Chief?” “Believe it or not.” “I must say I tend to ‘or not’, Chief.” Harkness smiled and pointed at the pistol at Flak’s belt. “Shoot me.” “What?” “Come on. Shoot me. I’ve got to proof this to you. Shoot me.” “I’ll do nothing of the sort.” “Come on, Flak. If I ain’t the android then I deserve it for shitting you. If I am, you won’t be able to hurt me.” Flak shook his head but hesitatingly unholsterd his gun and aimed it at Harkness’ head. “You sure, chief?” Harkness nodded. “Absolutely.”
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OP-Fill: Crossover Fallout 3 / The Blues Brothers – The Junk Brothers 1a/?
Date: 2012-01-18 11:12 am (UTC)Tags: Gen, Crossover
Summary: Flak ‘n’ Shrapnel. They're back. The most dangerous combination since nitro and glycerine.
And they'll never get caught.They're on a mission from... the Chief.
---------oXo---------
To say Flak and Shrapnel were surprised when Chief Harkness took them aside one day after closing down their stall for the day would be mildly understated. Especially since the Chief mentioned needing their help.
They followed him out of the Marketplace, through the door that led only to a little dead-end corridor on the side of the ship ending in a sheer drop of twenty yards or so above the waterline, a place where eavesdroppers would be very unlikely.
“What is it we can help you with, Chief?”, Flak asked after lighting up his smoke.
Harkness seemed unsure of how to reply, and his left eyelid twitched as if he had a tic. He finally seemed to have made up his mind and looked first at him, then at Shrapnel. “First of all, I need your word that whatever you hear tonight must remain between the three of us. Absolutely no one else must know this.”
Shrapnel lifted his eyebrows but nodded. “Of course.”
“Do I have your word?”
The two weapon dealers exchanged a glance.
“Yes”, Shrapnel said, and Flak added: “Sure thing, Chief.”
“Good.” Harkness’ eyelid twitched again. “The thing is, what I got to tell you is probably hard to swallow. I found it unbelievable at first and even though I have proof of it it’s still...” He sighed. “Well, no use in beating about the bush.”
Shrapnel took a pack of cigarettes out of a pocket, pulled one out and put it between his lips while watching Harkness.
“You heard of Zimmer and that escaped android?”
Both of them nodded while Shrapnel took out his lighter.
“And that the Vault kid sent Zimmer off, making him believe the android was dead?”
Shrapnel paused in what he was doing. “Making him believe?”
Harkness smiled a little uncomfortably. “Indeed. You see, the android had his memories replaced and underwent facial surgery to escape the slavery of the Commonwealth.”
“Understandably”, Shrapnel said and switched his lighter on.
“So anyway, the Vault kid found that out and thought that the android needed his memory back to be able to protect himself. So she found out the activation code and did just that.”
Flak gave the security chief a long, thoughtful stare. “Is it by chance someone we know, that android?”
Harkness smiled thinly at them. “It is by chance someone whom you are talking to right now.”
Shrapnel dropped the lighter; it slid along the metal floor, tilted over the edge and vanished despite his best efforts to catch it again. With a muffled curse Shrapnel leaned forward only to hear the faintest splash twenty five yards below as the lighter vanished forever out of his reach. He then slowly turned around, cigarette still unlit, and stared at the security chief again whose left eyelid twitched for the third time.
After rallying himself Flak took a breath and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke, frowning. “You’re the android, Chief?”
“Believe it or not.”
“I must say I tend to ‘or not’, Chief.”
Harkness smiled and pointed at the pistol at Flak’s belt. “Shoot me.”
“What?”
“Come on. Shoot me. I’ve got to proof this to you. Shoot me.”
“I’ll do nothing of the sort.”
“Come on, Flak. If I ain’t the android then I deserve it for shitting you. If I am, you won’t be able to hurt me.”
Flak shook his head but hesitatingly unholsterd his gun and aimed it at Harkness’ head. “You sure, chief?”
Harkness nodded. “Absolutely.”