In a land stricken by poverty, sickness and corruption, where the government kept the masses in line with the fear of brutal punishment and arbitrary killing. The emperor was but a puppet to the sick minded minister and the generals that governed over the state. However a lone group of assassins fought tirelessly to overthrow the regime, killing the leaders of the government and degrading their chain of command. Despite the lengthy introduction however, this tale is not of the killers who called themselves "Night Raid," this is the story of seven heroes, from a land scarred by nuclear fire and constant anarchistic wars. The Courier, who had fought to establish order with the NCR and to exact street justice for the people who had wronged him along the way. The Liberator, who had fought to bring equality for man and machine alike, to the point of sacrificing her own son to give freedom to synths. This is the story of their journey to… "Hold the phone ass-hat! what about the other five heroes huh? When do I, the famous whiskey rose, get my cameo?" The Narrator looked puzzled both at how drunk she was and her comments. "Well you are in the first chapter…" "AND! *hic* so what? I deserve like- *hic* five times better than this shi- oh God… ugh" she paused as she ran for the restroom gagging. "Yeah I gotta agree, I mean, dude I read the manuscript and Miss Curie and I aren't even in this chapter. What gives?" Another voice said. "Monsieur Deacon, I do not understand the logic behind arguing with the narrator over the faults of the writer. Don't you agree Monsieur Boone? …" Curie said. "What does it take to satisfy you people?" the Narrator cried. Silently in the background a choking voice commented "Booze…" "Well you could start the story" Boone and Veronica said in unison. So without further delay it all starts in… "JUST HURRY THE FUCK UP!" Everyone yelled. "OKAY FINE… pricks…"

Leaving the Gates of Freeside…

"My God… If I ever...see you… ANYWHERE close to a slot machine again…" Cass yelled. "Jesus alright I'll stop spending the denari that no one uses and just use the NCR bills because one of these days I'm gonna…" The courier responded "YOU'VE SAID THAT SINCE THE BATTLE OF HOOVER, HELL, EVEN BEFORE THAT! You spent all of the food and alcohol money on you stupid faith in the slot machine and at the Gun Runners, look where we are now! You know how long it has been since last even SMELLED rye liquor? TOO LONG!" Cass pitifully cried. "You want to complain about an addictive personality to ME? Why don't you look in the mirro…" "GOD WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP? It has been three weeks since Hoover and you two WILL NOT stop arguing. Whether it is booze, guns, ammo, explosives, even goddamn food! Seriously, just get a grip. I still have enough caps to get us through the week…" Veronica shouted before realizing her purse full of caps on her hip were gone. "She looked around at her companions. "Who did it...CASS?" "Okay, look half pint, I haven't had whiskey for a week and they don't sell anything but piss and jet in Freeside." she defended. "CLYDE!" She said turning to the Courier. "If I had any of those caps they would have been spent at the tops or the gun runner, neither of which I can afford at the moment." The courier said honestly. "Boone I know you didn't do it but just in case…" she asked. Boone remained silent for a good thirty seconds. "Cigs aren't free you know…" he replied in his cold composure. "WHY YOU DO THIS?" she cried pitifully clinging to his scarf and bandolier. "I was going to buy a new wrench set… real… chrome... power armor spec…. Why?" she continued.

Boone looked up from the crying girl clinging to him. "Clyde, you said you wanted to bring us somewhere… Big mountain or something?" "Oh yeah, that's what I was going to tell you before I blew everyone's money!" Everyone looked at him with ire. "But that aside… if we can take half the crap back and sell it to this one buyer I met at Nero's he said he'd be willing to pay for it in two million solid Nuka cola caps; not denari or NCR, solid caps. Split even and that's two-fifty large each." He added to his statement. "That's enough to fund my whiskey and a new caravan…" Cass said drooling at the thought. "I could help the brotherhood reach out to the eastern branches, plus I could build a life to call my own while I was at it." Veronica said humbly. Boone was silent, his stoic face already told the courier that he was not in it for the caps, but peace of mind. "Any how I designed these special chips that allow you to travel in and out of the sink without hassle!" The courier shouted holding the transmitters in the air. "What why are you all slack-jawed? Are you impressed at my scientific expertise? Are you impressed by the infamous HOUOUIN KYOU-" "No, it's just that we've never seen you build something intended to not kill someone before Clyde." Veronica interrupted. "I know you like, never build anything outside of bullets and Improvised explosives" Boone added.

The device looked like a crudely built detonator with an antenna sticking out of it; the big red button in the middle did no favors as to giving confidence to the team of misfits. "Okay we press this on three guys. Okay, one ,two, thr- HEY GET READY TO PRESS IT!" The courier yelled at the group. "What? Did you expect us to press the button without some level of distrust?" Cass told him. "Yeah, this thing could turn me into some freakish centaur, deathclaw thing." Veronica said. "Don't you have any faith in-" "No." everyone repeated together. "Just think about the caps okay?" The courier said bluntly. "Fine they all said together.

They all pressed the button and they were transmitted in a blue like beam from the sky. The guy at the gun runners ammo station looked at the light in amazement "I've seen some shit… I think I should retire soon…"

They teleported into Big Mountain in a nausea inducing portal of light. They all arrived in The Sink in a disorganized fashion, Cass landing face first, Boone being flung against the wall and Veronica landing on Boone. The courier simply landed on his feet "Ha pleabs, see the power of a Pip Boy and its integrated landing technology!" Cass stood up for long enough to punch the egotistical man in front of her before running to the toaster and throwing up all over it. "YOU DISGUSTING INGRATE I WILL DESTROY YOU!" the toaster yelled as Cass emptied at least two packages of Cram and three beers on him. "I am so sorry Boone! I-" Veronica said standing up and backing into the Biological research station. "Hey baby, you like that don't you?" Veronica stepped back in shock once again, stepping on Boone "Why is a machine sexually harassing me? Oh sorry again Boone." The sniper just looked at her with his usual silent demeanor. "Well this is Big Mountain my home away from home now what do you say we go look for some pre-war junk to give to these guys?" The courier enthusiastically chanted at the unenthusiastic trio.

Veronica helped Boone up then began to rummage through the lockers. "Wow, is this where you store all of your crap that doesn't fit in the Pip- Boy? There is like, three lockers devoted to ammunition and Guns, not to mention enough crafting materials to make a service rifle for every NCR grunt in the Mojave." "Hey, guy has to restock every 48 hours, besides the Sierra Madre gold isn't in short supply, plus the Divide was littered with this stuff." Clyde responded. "I could use a place far from the Mojave." Boone muttered

"Now let's just have a look at our central intelligence unit as to where we can find said items…" Clyde said approaching the station. "ERROR… TIME SPACE RUPTURE DETECTED… ERROR." the machine yelled in an unusual monotone voice. Everyone facepalmed as if they had seen this coming a year before it had happened. " Clyde you dumb mother…" Cass said gagging. The top of the tower was engulfed in a sphere of blue light, then disappeared into the night. The disk like object tumbled through space and beamed into an unfamiliar blue skied, white clouded atmosphere. The bunch of unlucky passengers bounced around in the building until Clyde looked out the window and realized they were headed into a forest with only the trees as cushions. "Better hold on to something!" Clyde yelled before the steel building hit the ground sending everyone flying to the back.

Outside the Imperial Capital

The members of Night Raid stared at what looked to be a meteor headed toward the forest around one hundred miles away. The crash rattled the cabinets and knocked over a few glasses. Najenda looked through the window at what had knocked over her breakfast that had been made by their chef Akame. "Boss, should we check it out?" Leone asked. "No, whatever it was it didn't come to attack us. Just the same, keep an eye out for anything suspicious." Akame focused on the object with the eyes of a killer; she knew the object was not from their world, but still man made. "What do you think it is Akame?" asked Tatsumi. "It wasn't Imperial that I am certain of..."

Okay since my last FanFic kinda tanked after competing with 15k other users, (RWBY is way too popular) I decided to follow in the footsteps of one of my FanFic gods, Staff Sergeant, and make a AGK crossover with Fallout (seriously Staff, CONTINUE PURITY.) Any who, please read and give feedback as well as like the story to make me feel wanted in this community of writers. Plus special thanks to Forgeravin and Mark for helping proofread. Thank y'all for tuning in!