Chapter 38: Gatta Catch Them All!

Chapter 38 - Gatta Catch Them All!

As he turned around, Eddie, the leader of the Powder Gangers, lay on the ground barely alive, groaning from his injuries. Six approached him, his boots crunching over debris as he stood over the defeated man. Eddie struggled to speak, his voice weak.

"You... you don't understand. We were just... trying to survive out here..."

Six tilted his head, looking down at the pathetic sight.

"Surviving by terrorizing towns and blowing up everything in your path? Yeah, I get it. But you made one fatal mistake..."

He paused for dramatic effect, grinning before finishing,

"You pissed me off."

Without another word, Six pulled out one of his Desert Eagles and finished Eddie off with a clean shot to the head. The leader of the Powder Gangers was no more.

He turned to leave the office, but before walking out, he noticed a large, red button on the wall—an emergency alarm. He chuckled to himself, thinking how the Powder Gangers hadn't even gotten a chance to press it in the chaos.

"Not like it would've saved you anyway."

Eddie and his guards lay dead, their bodies riddled with bullet holes. Six had made quick work of them, unloading his Desert Eagles with a speed and precision that left no time for resistance. The room, once a stronghold for the Powder Gangers, was now little more than a tomb.

Six reloaded his pistols, the click of the magazines sliding into place echoing in the now eerily quiet building. He holstered his weapons and took a moment to survey his surroundings, satisfied with the destruction he had caused.

Six stood amid the smoky remains and carnage of the administration building he had created, his Desert Eagles still hot from the relentless firing. His dynamite assault had left the building in shambles, walls cracked and debris littering the ground. The charred remnants of the Powder Gangers lay scattered across the floor.

He took a deep breath wiping sweat from his brow, then holstered his weapons with a satisfied smirk savoring the destruction he had caused. The Powder Gangers, once notorious for their explosives expertise, had been utterly outclassed by Six's ruthless efficiency.

Six couldn't help but smirk as he walked over the rubble, casually reloading his Desert Eagles.

"Well, that was fun. That should have taken care of everyone inside."

He muttered to himself, holstering his guns before taking a glance at the pile of dynamite in the corner of the director's office.

"I mean, seriously... who stockpiles explosives in one spot like that? Idiots."

He muttered under his breath. The once-chaotic NCR Correctional Facility had fallen silent, the sounds of gunfire and explosions replaced by the eerie quiet of a place completely wiped of life.

He walked through the halls, checking the rooms he'd already cleared. Powder Gangers who had tried to hide behind overturned desks or inside closets were now just part of the wreckage. His plan, reckless as it was, had worked perfectly. Dynamite and precision shots from VATS had left no survivors.

As he stepped outside, the aftermath of the battle became more apparent. The entire prison yard was littered with bodies and debris. Boone was already cleaning his sniper rifle, leaning against a wall casually like he hadn't just taken out half the guards from his vantage point. Boone's usual stoic face cracked a rare smile as he looked at the scene.

"Guess you didn't need much help after all."

Boone remarked, slinging his rifle over his shoulder.

Raul was casually looting the bodies, and Rebecca was pacing excitedly, grinning ear to ear as she'd just finished a particularly fun round of target practice, was still hyped bouncing with excitement from the battle.

"Holy crap, Big guy! You blew this place to bits! I mean, I thought I was the crazy one, but you... you're something else."

Six smirked, wiping some dust off his jacket.

"What can I say? When you do something, you do it right."

Raul, always the sarcastic one, shook his head.

"Remind me never to piss you off, boss. I'm not sure I'd survive the first dynamite stick."

Six shrugged, walking past the trio and heading back toward the main courtyard.

Rebecca grinned ear to ear and called out to him.

"So? How many did you get in there? Was it more than Boone?"

Six shrugged nonchalantly.

"Lost count. But enough that I'm pretty sure I wiped out more Powder Ganger in this place, that I'm sure I won."

Rebecca pouted.

"Ugh, you and Boone are no fun. You're supposed to keep track!"

She whined, then glanced at Boone.

"Dimples, did you keep count at least?"

Boone looked up from his rifle, stone-faced as always.

"Twenty-one."

Rebecca huffed.

"I'll beat that next time."

Six chuckled as he walked past her.

"Let's not make a habit of turning everything into a competition. But with Boone's count now I know I won, what do I win as a prize?"

Six asked them with a wide grin.

"ME!"

Only for Rebecca to jump on top of him and start making out with him.

Raul, still looting, snorted at that.

"Too late for that, boss. You know you're stuck with the two most competitive people in the wasteland, right?"

Six pried himself from Rebecca and shook his head but couldn't help the grin on his face.

"Yeah, I guess I do."

Outside, the Battle Bus was waiting, its massive form looming against the backdrop of the Mojave wasteland. With the NCR Correctional Facility now completely under their control, Six knew they had to secure a new outpost for their growing influence in the region before moving on. The Powder Gangers were no more, and with Meyers ready to step in as sheriff in Primm, Six's plans were falling into place.

"Alright, let's clean up this mess. Boone, I need you to keep watch in case any more stragglers show up. Raul, Rebecca—let's round up whatever supplies we can find, while I'll teleport in a few squads of B1 droids. This place is going to be useful for the next phase of my plan."

Rebecca jumped off him and saluted with a playful wink.

"You got it, boss! Looting time!"

Rebecca nodded eagerly, already eyeing the corpses for anything valuable. Boone gave a curt nod, still keeping his rifle at the ready just in case. Raul followed along, keeping his usual cool demeanor despite the chaos they had just left behind.

As the group spread out to finish securing the facility, Six took one last look around. The Powder Gangers were finished, and now, the NCR Correctional Facility was his.

The Mojave was slowly bending to his will, and this was just the beginning.

As the group made their way back to the Battle Bus, Six couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The NCR Correctional Facility had been a Powder Ganger stronghold for far too long, and now it was under his control. With Meyers soon to be installed as sheriff, Six was one step closer to cementing his influence over the Mojave.

The wasteland was slowly but surely bending to his will, and this was only the beginning.

Back at the bus, Six turned to his crew.

"Let's move out. We've got a lot of work ahead of us."

As they set about securing the facility, Six couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The Powder Gangers were history, and the Mojave was one step closer to being under his control. The next phase of his plans was already forming in his mind—there were bigger threats out there, and he would need to be prepared.

With the NCR Correctional Facility as one more of his bases, he had another foothold in the region, and from here, the possibilities were endless. Then the chime of the system notification made Six smirk as it displayed his achievements

Ding!

Poke Ball Recipe:

The Poké Ball is the most fundamental type, designed to capture and tame wild creatures. It has a base catch rate of 10-15%, which increases as the creature becomes more weakened.

As Six read through the quest reward notification, he blinked twice.

"A... Poké Ball recipe? Really?"

He muttered, staring at the holographic blueprint that had appeared in front of him. He had dealt with the Powder Gangers with brutal efficiency, expecting some kind of rare weapon, maybe advanced armor schematics—but a recipe to create something out ofPokémon?

His thoughts raced as he mentally ran through the possible applications with his Tinker Perk. In a world full of deathclaws, raiders, super mutants, and all kinds of irradiated monstrosities, what would count as a creature? Or, better yet—what are the limits for the Poké Balls to catch?

It wasn't long before curiosity overpowered the initial confusion.

"Let's see what I need to make one."

He said, focusing on the recipe.

Poke Ball Crafting Requirements:

Capsule Shell:Basic crafting material, made from metal alloys and fiber optics.

Capture Matrix:A small energy core designed to contain the creature's essence.

Power Source:Compact energy cells that allow the matrix to maintain containment.

Fastening Latch:A basic mechanism to allow the ball to open and close upon command.

Six raised an eyebrow.

"Doesn't seem too complicated... I can create all the parts with my Tinker Perk with most of the parts lying around from all the tech I salvaged. Shouldn't be too hard to slap one together."

"What's that?"

Rebecca's voice cut through his thoughts as she approached, her curiosity piqued by his sudden focus.

"Another weird reward from one of your random quests?"

Six nodded, showing her the recipe.

"Looks like we're diving into some cross-dimensional tech. Ever heard of Pokémon?"

Rebecca squinted at the schematic, her expression shifting from confused to intrigued.

"Poké Ball... That's that thing from the game with the weird monsters, right? What does it do here, though? Catch... mutated animals?"

Six shrugged.

"That's what I'm thinking. And if it works, we could start capturing all sorts of wasteland creatures. Imagine having a tame Deathclaw or a Radscorpion to handle some of the tougher jobs."

Rebecca smirked.

"If this works, you're not leaving me behind next time. I want one of those for myself."

Six chuckled.

"Deal. Let's get to crafting."

Level: 14

NAME: Six XI

GENDER: MALE

STRENGTH: 10

PERCEPTION: 10

ENDURANCE: 10

CHARISMA: 10

INTELLIGENCE: 10

AGILITY: 10

LUCK: 10

BARTER: 61

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