James is getting a check up

“Unhand me! No fleshbag may touch me except my Scruffy!” Shouted a robotic mop bucket announced to the pair of 3S units carrying her passed your seat. You were currently sitting in the hangar of a large transport ship of Star Wars origin owned by 3S. You had a large blanket wrapped around you and Diana while Gogo had her own blanket as she wasn’t as close emotionally to you. You were sitting on a luxury chair with Diana while a Nurse Akali from League of Legends tended to Diana’s whip marks while a Shuzuka Marikawa from Highschool of the Dead had her boobs resting on your head while she rubbed ointment on some of your newer scars.

“Who would’ve thought the crazy wall was going to be a bucket?” Ranko said as she walked up to your group. She gave a wide berth to the cluster of Johnny Bravos catcalling her while one main Johnny was chugging a keg of bacon grease.

“Not me,” You replied as the nurses finished up and gave you a kiss on your cheeks before they left. “I completely forgot that Femputer was a Wizard of Oz scam by a mistreated fembot.”

“We have a few hours until we get back to Earth Prime,” an unfamiliar character in NCR Ranger armor said as she walked up to you. “We are still waiting on some of the search crews to get back. We were not expecting a whole ecosystem down there. Whatever jammer was buried there hid thousands of characters though not all sentient. Some of our guys got trapped fighting some of the tribes.”

Deep in the bowels of the Amazonian Tribe's former Justice League Watchtower a large device with various dishes and electronics sparked from multiple impacts. If one looked closely there were many sledgehammer looking holes and bashes in the machine. A single lonely alarm clock with a knife hole in its face laid on its side, abandoned.

This character took off their NCR ranger helmet and put it away in a pipboy. She had a ‘Wendy the Welder’ hairstyle in a cyan color and had several scars on her forehead, two pin prick marks and some surgical scars. “And you are?” You ask her, though you have a feeling you already knew.

“Sasha Kussi,” she says as she pulls out a Vault 13 canteen and takes a swig. “But you would know me better as a Mr. House aligned Courier Six.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say, offering her a handshake.

“We’ve met,” Courier Six replied while accepting the handshake. “Though this time you don't have a tree and flowers growing out of your head.” You gave her a look.

“Yeah, doesn’t narrow it down, I’ve got that mutation dozens of times when I visited a Fallout-verse,” You apologized to her.

“You got all the casinos in Mojave to pay you and your brother three thousand caps a week for life to never set foot on their gambling floors again,” Sasha deadpanned, a bit upset you don’t remember.

“Which brother?” You ask, hoping to narrow it down more.

“He used those heelie things to get around,” Courier Six clarified.

“Oh Gavin when he was still a skater instead of hippie,” you snap your fingers in realizations. “Molly hated the broken roads, she couldn’t get to speed without faceplanting.”

“Gavin and Molly were so focused on repaving all the roads of the Mojave they forgot they sent James out to get supplies in a crater,” Courier Six explained for Diana and Gogo. “...for a few months. He had gotten adopted by a friendly deathclaw and the two joined my companions to find him.”

“How horrible!” Diana exclaimed as she squeezed you closer to her. You groaned a bit at her grip and she quickly loosened the embrace.

“It wasn’t that bad,” you assured her while patting her hip. “Camp Leader Sunsoaker was extremely nice and protective and I got to teach her camp of deathclaws how to garden and farm. There was some problem with the NCR but Sasha here spoke on their behalf with the NCR and Mr. House.”

“Your radiation eliminating crops and trees changed a lot of things after you and your siblings left, especially those black melons,” Sasha said, giving you a grateful nod.

“I can’t take all the credit, I just made a bunch of random stuff since I couldn’t control what I made at the time, I got lucky.” You say sheepishly. “It was Camp Leader Sunsoaker who figured out which stuff was safe and could survive the Mojave.”

“Anyways, would you—” Courier Six was about to offer something when the hangar doors opened and several tug ships moved in and dragged your shuttle inside. They carefully set it down in a large open area and as soon as their beams turned off several Rein Corp mechanics and inspectors descended on it.

“Hey, back off!” You hear someone shout even from your distance from the shuttle and you can make out a blue haired girl waving something at the mechanics.

“Shit! Bulma!” Gogo shouted as she took off to try to calm everyone down.