Wanderer101's Adventure Through the Multiverse

July 27, 2282

"Helloooo, Capital Wasteland! This is Three Dog coming to you loud and proud from Galaxy News Radio! Guess what children? Go on guess! Wrong Answer! Our hero and savior the one only Lone Wanderer has returned from his journey out west! Mr. 101 has already filled yours truly in on his adventures and you can't make this kind of shit up! Our story starts out in this fuck all town called Goodsprings where..."

"Well nice to see Three Dog has wasted no time filling in everyone huh guys?" I said after shutting off my Pip-boy Radio. Looking over my shoulder I see ED-E and Dogmeat dutifully following me. ED-E gave a few beeps and dogmeat looked up at me with those wide eyes of his. I'd managed to understand ED-E completely after a few months of traveling with him but times like these make me wish dogmeat could talk. Maybe I could get the Think Tank to... no bad idea.

After my return to the Capital Wasteland after my 6 year absence I grabbed some of my old gear and started walking to...somewhere. I thought the Brotherhood would have some issue they need help with but other than an Alliance with the Midwest Brotherhood nothing really happened around here. I will admit I seriously expected this place to dissolve into anarchy as soon as I left, but the Enclave was really gone this time since the Midwest took out their last base near Chicago. Super mutants have become less of problem and with Paradise Falls gone and The Pitt under slave control slavery had all but died in the Capital Wastes. A part of me is disappointed that no one needed help but I was happy for them.

The people were now safe but then I realized that without no one to help I was... lost. So I went west helping those as I went along until in early 2280 I came across this Mojave Express office that was short on couriers. Naturally I offered them a hand and that's what led me to deliver that faithful package that started my adventures in the Mojave. The bullet Benny left in my skull was the drive that pushed to New Vegas. I'm not even completely sure why I went after him since revenge was one of the things my dad told me not to pursue recklessly. That poker chip was something he was willing to kill me over and I could tell there was more to it than meets the eye. The only thing that did stop me was calls for help. Well those and that weird radio broadcast. I have no idea why I answered the call of the Sierra Madre but I did. The things that went on in that haunted resort are better left unsaid.

On my journey to New Vegas I met many friends but none greater than the NCR. They were like the Old United States before the Resource Wars and communist paranoia made the country become more like a police state. The leadership was pretty corrupt and more concerned with expanding than improving the territory they had, but the good thing is that they won't be a problem anymore. I underestimated how fast news traveled in the NCR and how much the public adored me. General Oliver seemed to be a shoe-in for President until after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam a reporter from a NCR newspaper asked me who were the most ideal republic citizens I met in my travels. I made offhand mentions of Colonel Hsu, Ambassador Crocker, and Boone. The people swarmed over them leaving Oliver and Kimball to be pushed aside. Last I heard was that Hsu was now President but listens to any suggestions made by Vice President Crocker and Boone might become a General now. There were massive purges in the NCR leadership since Hsu and Crocker have made it clear any and all corruption is no longer tolerated. Cass is a bit pissed I didn't mention her to the reporter but I guess giving her 10,000 caps so she can restart Cassidy Caravans helped. The Crimson Caravan-Van Graff Scandal limited the power of both groups allowing smaller caravan companies to carve out their own place in the NCR economy. After saving his son plus some pressure from Hsu, Heck Gunderson reevaluated his own business practices selling some of his land back to its original owners. The NCR offered amnesty to the Enclave Remnants after their help at Hoover Dam. Cannibal Johnson is teaching the NCR how to use Power Armor and Daisy is flying Vertibirds for the NCR's small airforce. Kreger and Moreno opted out of serving in the NCR and are living out their retirement in New Vegas. My adventures in the Mojave came to an end which brings us back to why I'm walking out her in the ass end of nowhere as Three Dog would put it. I. Am. Bored.

I love helping people and going on adventures. It made me feel like one of the heroes from my comic books back in the Vault. I needed a new adventure so here I am walking the wastes hoping to come across a starving town that needs help or a slaver stronghold that needs razing. After walking for some time I came across a road sign. It was decayed and rusted but still readable. LANGLEY. If memory serves this was the headquarters of the CIA back before the war. I wondered if their building was still standing. I had nothing better to do and this was significant enough to warrant investigation.

The town was in ruins. It looked like it took a direct hit from a nuke but most of the radiation had faded. The CIA Headquarters was still standing. Barely. Luckily the building was protected by a state of the art security system. You would have to have a Pip-Boy to even begin bypassing it meaning the building has been untouched since the Great War. It took me a bit longer than usual to hack and might have taken longer if ED-E hadn't helped me. When the entrance finally unlocked I spent the next few days pouring over everything. I found out some pretty interesting stuff like the location of some army bases with power armor caches that I'm sure the brotherhood would be interested in along with a bunker filled with alien technology. The Brotherhood might be interested in that but we had Zeta now. I remember when I told the scribes about it along with showing them some of the alien weapons I brought with me. Rothchild looked like he was going to kiss me and some of the female scribes actually did! There was one thing in the terminals that peaked my curiosity though. A lot of them made mentions to something called Project WINDOW. After hacking the director's terminal did I learn it was a device they were developing in a secret complex under the building. After a quick trip downstairs and even quicker fight I found what I was looking for. I was a bit disappointed in the CIA because I expected them to have at least twice as much robotic security guarding this place than what I fought. Project WINDOW was a tiny insignificant looking device that could be installed in my Pip-Boy. It came with some instructions that I skillfully skimmed through. In hindsight I should have read them and not just use the device outright like a dumbass...There was this white flash and I was flung into God knows where.

2125

Mars, Tharsis Region

Parker Sector

What. The. Fuck.

I found myself standing in some desert. At first I thought I might have been teleported to the Mojave but then I remembered the Mojave or any desert on Earth for that matter had such red looking sand. Also the two moons was a bit of a giveaway. I never ever had a drug in my life so I am positive this is real. I am on another planet. Fuck.

The next thing I know a car of some kind then drives up and 3 guys wearing some weird kind of combat armor. It was a dark orange color with a bright orange visor. Judging from the guns they had and they way they carried themselves I was dealing with military. The only guys like that were brotherhood or enclave but they didn't seem like that. One of them walked up to me while the rest took up flanking positions. Yep defitely military...

"Where did you get that armor, miner?" said the one in front of me gesturing at my Lyon's Pride T-45d with his rifle.

I decided to play it safe and answer as truthfully as possible. "It's mine." I said.

"Code 12-3 of the Martian Charter states any and all weapons and armor are banned for private ownership. Since it's yours you just won yourself a good 5 years of hard labor in the Badlands." He then pointed his rifle at me. "Don't play dumb with me miner. That armor is way too advanced to just be yours. Where did you steal it from?!"

This wasn't going the way I wanted it to. I sent a mental command to my Pip-Boy to make one of my weapons appear. Maria appeared at my side in its holster but the action wasn't missed by the soldiers.

"Hey Sarge you're not going to believe this but a pistol just appeared in this guy's holster."

"You've got to be shitting me. You put your hands behind your head and Private Stevens relive him of his weapon."

I put my hands behind my head like I was told but when the guy came towards me I grabbed the gun out of his hands. He was holding on to it fairly tight but the strength boost my armor gave me let me easily take the weapon from him. I seemed to have broken a few of his fingers with the act so while he was howling in pain I grabbed him in a chokehold using him as a human shield. His buddies were fairly quick to react since they already had their weapons raised when I faced them. They didn't seem to be fazed in the slightest that I was using their buddy as a shield since they started shooting. A quick burst from my new assault rifle put one guy down while a second burst ended the second. I then snapped the neck of my captive. Well shit. I haven't been here 5 minutes and I might have antagonized a very powerful faction by the looks of it. I looked at the three bodies on the ground and my mind wandered to the protocol for bodies in the wasteland. Free Shit!

5 Fucking DT?! That was less than leather armor! The armor these guys were wearing was quite simply garbage. I don't even know why they wear it. Not only was it big, cumbersome and weak but the visor was made of regular glass in bright shoot-me-please orange. The only good thing I got out of it were these guns. This 'EDF Assault Rifle' can hit pretty hard and there isn't much recoil. Even better is that it uses 5.56 rounds! There is some type of accelerator in the guns barrel that gives the bullets an extra kick. While I was... taking account of the soldier's possessions I heard someone walk up behind me. Heavy footsteps said he was male. I decided to freak him out by saying "Can I help you sir" without turning around.

"That was some pretty impressive work you did there." he said.

"You must have been watching. Any particular reason you didn't lend any assistance." I reply.

"I was headed down when they pointed their guns at you but after the chokehold you put that guy in it looked like you had everything under control."

"Yeah I did." I then turn around to look at this man directly. He was Caucasian with a beard and wearing some kind of trenchcoat. He held one of those assault rifles in one hand and a sledgehammer in the other. I extend my hand towards him and he shakes it.

"Name's Alec Mason."

"No offense but I haven't went by my real name in a long time. Everyone just calls me the Wanderer."

"A title like that doesn't come without some experience. You know the Faction could use a guy like you."

"I haven't heard of any one called the Faction."

"How could you come to Mars and not have heard of the Red Faction?"

I then sheepishly rub the back of my helmet. "It's kind of a long story..."

A Few Weeks Later

Mason and the rest of the Faction didn't believe my story at first but after a demonstration of some of my technology like Power Armor, my Pip-boy ,and Zeta Tech which didn't exist in their world they were inclined to believe me. I donated my services to helping the Red Faction. The next few weeks were of us liberating the sectors starting with the one they found me in: The Badlands. After blowing up the Hydra I said farewell to Mason and Samanya.

I noticed during the War against the EDF that my Pip-boy gained a new menu called Multiverse. It let me travel to different universes. Luckily their was a return to previous universe function and a bookmarking one. I bookmarked the one I was in calling it Red Faction after the group I fought with and returned to the Capital Wasteland. Everything was exactly the way it ws when I left with ED-E and Dogmeat still in the spot where I left them. After a quick check with ED-E it seemed I was only gone for a few minutes even though I was fighting with the Faction for weeks! I looked down at my Pip-boy which was still on the Multiverse screen and then I knew that I'd never be bored again.

Universe Discovered: Red Faction Verse.

New Perks

Sledge Master!- Your time with the Red Faction has made you a master in the art of beating people with a sledgehammer. +25% damage with all sledgehammers.

Red Renovation- The Faction has taught you their special technique in blowing the complete hell out of buildings. Gain the ability to tell the structural weak point of any building.

New Equipment

EDF Assault Rifle- The workhorse of the Earth Defense Force.

EDF Armor- Doesn't do much protecting but makes you look like a good soldier.

Sledgehammer- When the high tech stuff fails it's time to go back to basics!

Mason's Mangler- Alec Mason's personal sledgehammer. Given as a gift from one friend to another.

AN: This is just something I'll write on when I feel like it. It isn't going to take itself that seriously and since there isn't a shortage of universes it's never going to end.