Six sighed as he leaned back in his chair, staring at the list on his Pip-Boy. Less than 30 species in the Mojave, with enough variants to push the count to about 150. It wasn't bad, but after a week, the thrill had worn off.
"This isn't gonna cut it."
He muttered, rubbing his temples.
Rebecca, lounging nearby, smirked.
"What, finally bored of being the very best?"
Six shot her a look.
"Catching the same damn creatures over and over just to get different color schemes? Yeah, I'm done."
Boone, polishing his rifle, nodded.
"Figured it wouldn't last. You like a challenge, and this stopped being one after the first few catches."
Raul chuckled.
"So what now, jefe? You throwing in the towel?"
Six scoffed.
"Hell no. Just outsourcing the work."
He tapped a few commands into his Pip-Boy, sending instructions to his B1 Battle Droids. Within moments, squads of robotic hunters were deployed across the Mojave, tasked with catching, training, and categorizing every variant of the creature.
He even put up an open offer—anyone in Goodsprings or the surrounding areas who wanted to join the effort could earn rewards.
Rebecca stretched.
"So, what are we doing while your droids play Pokémon?"
Six grinned.
"Something a little more exciting. I've got another revenge and a few more invasion tickets to burn, and I think it's time we paid another world a little visit."
Raul sighed.
"Ah, boss. I don't think its a good idea to invade the world that Pilar guy came from."
Six cracked his knuckles.
"Come on, Raul. You know a little adventure is my style."
The moment Six and Rebecca stepped through the portal, they knew something was wrong. Arriving in Pilar's world they found themselves floating in a swirling maelstrom of color, whispers clawing at their minds, shapes shifting and twisting in the void.
Rebecca gripped Six's arm, her usual bravado shaken.
"Uh… babe? Where the hell are we? This feels like I'm back at my old man's world."
Six's Gamer HUD flickered wildly, readings going haywire as his systems failed to make sense of their surroundings. He clenched his jaw.
"The Immaterium… the Warp."
A cold chill settled over them, not from temperature but from sheer existential dread. The laws of reality here were suggestions at best, and the things lurking in the swirling storm of madness were watching.
Rebecca shuddered, her fingers twitching toward her weapons.
"Nope. Nope. This place is just like the Void... We are not doing this. I want out, now."
Six was already on it, activating the return on the invasion. But the Warp had other plans. The moment he activated, the swirling storm pulsed, and a voice—no, voices—filled the void around them.
"Leaving so soon? But you've only just arrived..."
A grotesque, shifting mass of eyes and mouths slithered toward them, its form impossible to comprehend, ever-changing, ever-watching.
Rebecca raised her Punisher, but Six grabbed her wrist.
"No! Shooting at that is a terrible idea!"
"Then what do we do?!"
She snapped.
Six gritted his teeth.
"We run!"
"Void Trigger!"
Activating their transformations they made their escape
through every emergency escape function he had, Six forced a rift open— sending both of them buckling against the unnatural resistance of the Warp. It was like trying to swim against a tidal wave made of screaming souls.
The thing lunged.
Six grabbed Rebecca and dove.
For a moment, it felt like they'd been ripped apart—mind, body, and soul torn into a thousand screaming fragments. And then, just as suddenly, they were whole again, their double's mind slamming back into their original selfs.
Rebecca rolled onto her back, chest heaving.
"I hate the Void. And I really hate that place too."
Six groaned, staring at the ceiling.
"Yeah. No more messing with the Warhammer universe. Ever."
The invasion ticket was smoking and cracked, let out one final spark before loosing one of his seven tries. Whatever that thing was, it had nearly made sure they'd never leave.
Six exhaled slowly.
"Never again."
He let out a deep breath, finally feeling his tense muscles start to relax as the last remnants of the Warp's unsettling presence faded. The cold, disorienting weight that had pressed against his mind was now gone, but the lingering feeling of cosmic dread remained like an echo in his thoughts.
Rebecca, now sitting up, shook her head as if to clear the remnants of the experience. Her eyes still darted around warily, expecting something to jump out at her.
"I'm serious. I thought we were done for."
Six stretched, running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah, that was way too close. The Warp… I can't believe how messed up that place is."
He glanced over at the smoking invasion ticket.
"I was this close to losing our doubles in that try of a nightmare."
Rebecca gave a half-smirk, trying to lighten the mood.
"Good thing you still have six tries left. But if we ever need to try that again, you can count me out."
She shot him a mock glare.
"Next time, just stick to the Mojave, alright?"
Six chuckled softly, shaking his head.
"Yeah, the Mojave's more my speed. No gods, no demons, no Warp. Just… wasteland creatures and endless adventure."
He turned his gaze to the horizon, feeling the familiar warmth of the desert sun on his face as they rested near their makeshift base.
Rebecca leaned back, her arms folded behind her head, a slight grin tugging at her lips.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to your idea of fun."
Six flashed her a playful smirk.
"That's because you're still not fully embracing the chaos."
"Chaos? More like survival."
She shook her head, but the grin never left her face.
"Alright, alright. Let's focus on getting back to the real fun—like finding more rare loot, taking down Deathclaws, and maybe catching a few more of those mutated creatures you've got in mind."
Six looked down at his Pip-Boy, the flickering map showing the vast Mojave and New Vegas once again, as it had always been—his world.
"You know what? That sounds like a hell of a lot more fun than whatever we just went through."
Rebecca shot him a sideways glance.
"No more interdimensional nonsense for a while, right?"
"Agreed. We're sticking to the basics—Pokémon hunting, scavenging, maybe a little bit of chaos, but no more cosmic horror."
He cracked his knuckles, the usual fire returning to his eyes.
"Good."
Rebecca replied with a relieved sigh.
"Now, let's get back to business. I want to see what else we can catch out here. And who knows? Maybe this time, I'll get a mutant shark or something."
Six's smirk widened.
"A mutant shark? Becca, we're in the middle of the desert, that's in nuclear winter. Now that would be something."
As the sun set behind them, the War Bus roared to life again, and Six and Rebecca sped off, leaving the Warp and its terrifying denizens behind, eager to dive back into the adventures that the Mojave had to offer.