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The Ballad of Fluffy the Deathclaw and his Reluctant Messiah of Doom (1f/?)
Date: 2012-12-08 05:55 pm (UTC)“Do you think he’ll be okay,” Friday asked as they snuck cautiously away from the new family.
“Oh,” Arcade gave her a reassuring smile, “he’s a deathclaw. How many unhappy deathclaws have you ever seen? Or dead ones that you didn’t kill, for that matter?”
The Courier considered this, decided that the number was acceptably low, and then nodded.
“You’re right,” she said, “but I’ll miss him. Fluffy was the best deathclaw ever.”
Legate Lanius, the Monster of the East, now the Scourge of the West, stood over the erstwhile Courier known as Friday. He pressed his boot further into her stomach as she tried desperately to reach for her lost combat knife only inches from her fingers.
“So it would seem, girl who delivers mail, that your Republic threats were all hollow lies. Look at your dam,” and at this he gestured up to the fighting before them, “Caesar’s Legion is winning! Your companions have retreated! And now it is only you and I, as it should be.”
He raised his blade, ready to plunge it into her throat, and then hesitated. Friday had not expected him to do anything of the sort, and so she tilted her head, equally shocked, and looked in front of them.
A blurred, dark, screaming shape leapt upon the Legate, and he brought up his sword but not before the arm holding it was ripped from the socket. The Courier sat up, gazing on in shock as a deathclaw alpha male disemboweled Lanius, cutting through his bronze armor as if it were butter. Behind her, more howls of pain echoed through the Legion ranks, and Friday turned her head in time to see two soldiers run past them and back toward camp, screaming louder when they saw the alpha male perched atop their commanding officer’s corpse.
The deathclaw snuffled at the Legate’s body, then turned toward the Courier. She froze, unsure if this was luck or just death catching up with her. Instead, the deathclaw whimpered, dropped to the ground at her feet, and wriggled toward her embarrassingly.
“Fluffy,” the Courier managed, her whole body going cold and then warm all at once.
The alpha male made a chortling sound in his throat, like a contented parrot and rubbed his head against the front of her Ranger combat armor.