AWWWWWWW Yeah. I learn how to use the line break! Oh I also updated this chapter to look better.

Chapter 1- The first lesson

When they first saw the giant gate it seems so fantastical. Something out of a grognak comic. Raul told me It looked like something he saw out of a textbook. ED-E Beep and booped something about its memory core having pictures of something that looked just like it. We all had questions about the random pillared gate in the middle of a desert. The problem was that we had a lot of them but only one of them mattered. Where did this gate come from? It was North form new vegas. Right near the river that separated vegas from the legion territory.

The old cowboy Ghoul asked a question. "Should we take a closer look boss. For once the thing doesn't look dangerous, just out of place."

I couldn't respond as the two massive doors swung open and I brought Raul and ED-E low to the ground. We were on top of a cliff overlooking the structure, it gave us a bit of cover. Then things that looked like winged deathclaws, with what looked like legionaries riding them started flying all over the place. Then what happened next shocked both the old ghoul and courier to the core. tens of thousands of what looked like Caesar's soldiers started marching out. They didn't stop marching. More of them keep moving out until they were nothing more than massive blobs of people.

Raul stammered. "What the hell! Boss didn't you pretty much kick them out of the Mojave! They look like they are wearing what looks like quality armor and actual swords. To top off the shit cake we've just been given, they are riding Dragons!"

"W-what the hell are dragons? You know what, never mind. I need you to go off and start warning nearby settlements and tell them to evacuate to the New Vegas stronghold." I took out my old vault 13 canteens with Benny lighter attached to it and handed it to Raul. "Tell then you speak with my authority. ED-E, you fly as fast as you can to my 38 fortresses and activate operation: gutting the bull." With Ed-E signature Beeps and boop, it flew off at lightning speed.

"What the hell are you planning to do Boss!"

"Me Raul, I'm Scouting for my army. Make a plan here and there. Do some sabotage. Maybe kill a leader or two. But most importantly, I'm planning to gut and burn those slaver scum until they start calling me the devil."

Raul didn't bother to stay so I can finish my rant. He was already running. Years of traveling with me made him understand that when I got violent. A mass grave was dug. And boy with so many legionaries here, there will be a lot of digging to do and that old ghoul can't stand putting to much strain on his old bones. I just check my recharger pistol and my old fashion Assassins suit. Then I got to work.

[Twenty days after Gate first opening]

General Maximus Greaticuswas livid. His troops were bellyaching. Not of the hotter than usual sun or the rotten smell of the land. They were complaining about lost supply due to their incompetents. I executed the man in charge, Because of him, we weren't able to feed our mounts, causing them to die of thirst or starvation. Then they started screaming about rashes or rotten skin, said men soon turned into an undead beast, we had to put them down afterward. Heavens's bless our souls.

Our scouts then informed us of ideal passageways that would help conceal our army, I didn't hesitate to take this good fortune the gods have shown us. Then the monsters started to appear. At first, they were a just giant horned beast of burden. My men killed them easily enough. Then came the massive bugs. They came in great numbers and started attacking my men. The big primantis like bugs were first. Little bunches of them came and dragged away a few of the injured men away. The things were dealt with easily. The bigger threat was the monstrous ants. They varied in size, but the larger ones breathed fire. The number they held and the carapace skin they wore made me actually take command of my troops. In the end, I lost too many than I care to admit.

I had to stay and let my men bury the dead. It would have taken two days but afterward, we would march. If only it were that easy in this godforsaken desert. More bugs came. These ones had burning orange wings. With speed and poisonous stingers, they killed dozen if not hundreds of my men. I pulled back and started marching again. The living was more valuable than the dead.

This was only the beginning of my army's hardships. I finally was able to find a source of clean water or at least that's what I first thought. I let my first I let the first of my cohorts drink from it. The effect didn't start immediately. It took a day or two. Then the men who drank the water turned into undead monsters. I won't speak of the details but I can use one sentence to describe it. The living were rotting. After that incident, I lost over three thousand men. A blow to my force but I cannot stop without at least finding something useful, so I kept marching my forces.

I kept moving until the land decided to through another tablow at me. I don't know what they were but my cadre of adviser tells me that the men call them tunnelers. We first encountered them when an entire cadre of men sunk into the ground. With discipline, my men moved to help their fallen comrades. Then they came. Hundreds, no. Thousands of them crawled out of the ground and charged my lines. They ripped and tore through men's armor as they parchment. Then thousands of my men died and they panicked. I rallied my men and drove the foe back into their caves. When the dust settled I was left with only half of my force. I had my captains count the ranks and found out that my original fifty thousand men, were reduced to a mear fourteen thousand. But... We still marched. If we found at least one village we could ransack it for supplies and slaves and march home. I could argue that the land wasn't worth the effort and my lord might forgive me.

Then I heard a scream. I didn't run towards it. That would be foolish. I would not endanger my men by having their lead in damager. I sat in my tent until one of my captain's messenger greeted me.

A man in light scout armor ran into my tent."Sir! Captain Shiurtus Raedus is dead." The man said a matter of factly.

"What! Did a monster get him? Or did he drink the water?"

"No my lord. His head… Exploded."

"What! How did this happen!"

"I don't know my lord. It might have been magic?"

"Then we have assassins in our ranks!"

Then an unknown voice spoke out. "No duh. Who do you think has been leading you down this road and sabotage your water. You should also tell you captain's to not wear giant feathered helmets. They are just screaming. Please shoot me, if you do you will sabotage the leadership of this massive army."

The general stood in a defensive posture. He motions for his messenger to go and find this person. "Who are you!"

The man spoke again. "One more thing. You should not have a one of your target practice boys send you this message. Your messenger clothing made it all too easy for me to track him."

I screamed in frustration. "Show yourself and I shall grant you a swift death!"

"Meh. I don't think that is necessary."

"Oh, why is that!"

"Due to extracting the language, that is pretty much a mix of latin with a few weird words here and there and information out of one of your missing captain, I learned something about you. Due to your hierarchy, you bundle your highest ranking members of your army into these clustered together tents. You guys also don't know what C-4 is."

"See four of what?"

"*sigh* alright let me make this simpler. You see four explosions."

The general's eyes widen. Then the tents in the center of the camp were engulfed in fire. In that simple night, most of the leadership of the enemy army was killed.

The courier was already gone when the legions of the camp went searching for him. It was very admirable on how they did so. They fought monsters, drank radiated water and most of their leaders are dead. As he stood on top of the hilltop overlooking the camp, he applauded them. These were very well trained warriors. So he will continue to follow them.

Over a day past and now they are finally in range of a town. They may be broken and number only around 1/5 of what they used to be. They still outnumbered the hundred and fifty residents of Vegas highway. A settlement he approved of years ago. The people living in the town should have been evacuated by now, but he still sees lights.

When He approached the town he found it fortified. Many of the folk were on hastily built battlements and held varmint rifles and 9mm. He saw them with determined faces and shaking hands. He honestly didn't know what these idiots were thinking. Even with guns, the foe was over five thousand strong, but these people believe they faced an army tenfold stronger. When he approached the gate he found it welcoming. The residents were more than happy to hold the army slayer. The man that broke the bull and the bear. The leader of new vegas and one of the three who is known as the leaders of the Americas.

The courier was given the run of the mill tour and a layout of defenses. Just as the courier was about to ask why the town had a death wish, a familiar rotten hand clasped his shoulder.

"Oy boss, please tell me you taken care of our little situation."

I smiled at my friend. "No. I missed some of em. I think we're about to meet a few thousand scared and angry legionaries."

The old ghoul just looked at me dumbfounded and responded with a shaking voice. "Umm. Boss... I was kidding about taking care of the problem. I really didn't think you'll kill many of them."

"Eh. Actually, I can only take credit for a small portion of it. Don't get me wrong, I can fill up a grave on how many I killed. It's just that the wasteland took care of most of them."

"I don't understand boss. These are legion, the survival of the fittest is a part of their beliefs. It's really hard to think they'll go down by a little bad luck."

"These guys seem to lack any understanding of the waste as if they aren't legion at all."

"So do we stand a chance boss?"

"Yeah. I've been meaning to ask you about that. Why do these people seem to have a hard-on for suicidal last stands."

"These people are insane! They believe old world tech is made by gods or something. So they are going to sell their lives to save the 'Relics'. I did my best to convince these locals to run but they didn't budge."

"These are the tribe's bro sent out. Man, I knew this was going to bite me. Can you at least tell me where my army is at."

"They radioed in an hour ago. They told me they were at least half a days away."

"Well shit. The enemy force will be on top of us for in the least an hour or so."

"What do we do boss?"

"What we do best. Teach dumbasses to get with the times."

"Really. Can't we ever choose to not plunge ourselves into certain death."

"Raul. We live in the radioactive hellhole. Do you think that's just a name we gave our home? Hell to the no. Everything we do will have a chance to murder us. In fact round the defenders, I gotta tell them something."

I walked on top of one of the towers. It had a few settlers and they eyed me. I understood why. What I was doing seem weird. They will soon understand. When I saw a crowd form around me I knew it was time.

"Alright people. You all think you're going to sell your lives for some scrap metal! Hell no!"

They all started to mumble amongst themselves. Wondering what I meant.

"The morons attacking our town are not legion! They are wannabes. A pansy imitation. They came with an army that could conquer the entire wasteland. Numbers so great, that if Caesar had them. We would have lost the war at hoover dam a dozen times over! You know what happened to them! The wasteland ate them up. They are one-tenth of their original size while they are hungry, thirsty, and tired."

The faces of the people lit up. A small glimmer of hope radiates off their faces. An idea was spreading in their minds. An idea that said they might make it. The courier's brother came to mind. He told him that if there is a spark of passion, then light it into a roaring fire with your own and you will have people who won't understand failure or limits.

"Now look at you. You are born and bred survivors! You casually live in a wasteland that actively tries to kill us, Yet we live! For every problem we face, we strike it down. Then greater one appears and we do the same. The people of the wasteland survive a nuke. Then the lands sent the red mist. We overcame that! We cast out the raiders and slavers. Then the wastelands sent the rogue brother of steel elder with his ghost and holograms. We overcame that! We hunted down the beast of the waste from our homes. Then the waste sent the monsters from vault 22. That vault drowns us in beasts that killed and infected us. Yet we still overcome that! WE BROKE THE BEAR AND THE BULL! So the waste sent the tunnelers to us. We will overcome that! Just like we will destroy this army of uneducated runts!"

A primal roar came from the crowd. A veil of ignorance was cast upon them. The people before that wished for a glorious death, was now replace with a crowd of war hounds thirsting for victory. In all due honesty, the courier had no idea if they could win, if he did the right thing in inspiring these people.

If he was lucky, the wasteland would eat up another thousand. He let out a little tear. He knew his luck was set at a one. And the one was just because of an argument he implanted himself with. The courier just checked his recharger laser pistol and assassins armor. He really couldn't be uncareful about his gear.

Hours have passed and the sun was setting with the mountains obscuring most of the view. It cast a large shadow over the direction of the attacking army, so the enemy force could only be spotted at the last minute. So the enemy would only need to close the distance was to charge 200 meters. Then another hour past and now the enemy would only need to charge 150 meters. Then another and all that was left was 90 meters. At this distance, they would hear them before seeing them. Then the last hour of the day went by and they no longer had a line of sight. Worse off is that a nightstalker pack started to roam outside the wall of broken cars and plank wood. Their rattling tails made any form of sound passing through impossible. The town wouldn't be able to fight until very close quarters.

The courier could only moan.

The courier just watched the darkness at the most like angle of attack. He wore the hazmat Darklight cowl, it allowed him to have night vision, he was the only one capable to spot the army now. luckily, he never allowed himself to be at a disadvantage because if he had shit luck, then it would bite him. He made sure he never let that happen because if he ever did, he would be laying in a shallow grave. Then he saw it. A silhouette in the green a recon force? If so he would be able to prepare. Then his heart sank when he saw a second, then a third and finally he started to see hundreds of soldiers. The mass of men started to march onto the town's position. I just upholstered my pistol, aimed it and unleashed a red lance at the first enemy. A direct hit and the beam lit up the area, allowing the other townsfolk to see the marching army.

They all lined up their varmint rifles and a few hunting rifles.

Then the sound of barking barrels filled the air. The folks of this town had credit due. Being tribespeople, it gave them the discipline to fire at night. Their shots weren't ranger good, or even veteran trooper good, but definitely better than your average trooper. As the army marched towards their goal, more of their number fell. By the time they were at a hundred meters over a hundred fell. Then a mass volley of arrows fell onto our position. Most of them missed, thanks to the cover set up for legionnaires. This included some sort of metal sheet roof. Thick enough to repel javelins that the skirt wearing slavers loved so much. This didn't stop dozens of arrow meeting the flesh of the tribals. I saw a chunk of the defending force fall into a heap.

I just continued to fire the recharger pistol until I needed to let it recharge again. Though due to this range, each twenty shot burst meets an individual head, either killing a man or at least leaving a third-degree burn of the man's face. This didn't stop them and the massive force of warriors just kept moving. The wall of flesh just kept moving forward at a surprisingly slow rate. They must be too tired from the lack of rest and supplies. It only brought me a small amount of hope, but things still looked continued to assault us with volleys of arrows until they stopped for no apparent reason.

If they ran out of arrow, then I gotta thank their quartermaster. Because they definitely ran out of arrows naturally.

Then I realized they were almost at 40 meters and I realized they were in the range of friendly fire. These are definitely not legion. I switched out my pistol for my 12.7mm submachine gun and let out a whole clip into the hoard. Each round met an individual mark. The 50 cal. Rounds hit their chests and tore through the melee oriented armor, ripping through them and killing the man wearing it. Their shields offered next to no protection from the bullets, they were unable to protect the user.

When the mass of men finally reached the wall, they were met with a volley of Molotov cocktails. I turned looking around to see who was directing this and saw Raul giving me a thumbs up at me. I would have kissed the man for the idea. The front row of soldiers writhed in pain, attempting to put out the fire. I soon realized that parts of the wall were made out of old dry wood. Some of the flaming troops rammed into it, setting the ramp into flames, killing the defenders or forcing them to scatter. Then only after minute past, the warriors fell on the floor as chard corpses. Only after a small amount of time past by, the section of the wall fell and the attackers still number in the thousands charged in.

The tribe set up multiple layers of defense to slow down the enemy force, but it did very little.

This town was just not meant to fight off a massive army like this. The hopeless fight went on and on like this until I realized the defenders would die before they would give up. I hoped that they would realize that dying for a thing that could be recovered letter on, wasn't worth it. I was wrong. The only way to get the remaining defenders to fall back and retreat to the next town. I turn to the only area that could host the tech. It was a small collapsed bunker, with a hole patched up with a few blankets. Raul turned to me.

"Oiey boss, I don't think we can hold out much longer before they get into stabbing rang."

"I know." I leaned into my ghoul's withered ear and whispered. "Once you hear an explosion, tell townsfolk to run and that their artifact was destroyed by the wannabe legion."

"Wait what are you planning boss?"

I didn't respond and just ran. I kept on running when I was at the building and kept running when I burst through the blanket. I only stopped for the hatch. I wrapped my fingers around the seal and opened it up. before the attack, I was waiting and wondered what artifact was based here I asked Raul what the people were defending. The answer was quite mind-boggling. I ran up to a massive wall of electronics. I was looking at the supercomputer that worked the entire U.S. nuclear arsenal. It was this machine that operated the first intercontinental ballistic missile. To me, it was scrap. We could no longer power the thing and just burying the damn thing would allow us to recover it. I couldn't do it with the tribes looking at me. Then the guardian of the place walked up to me.

"Hold great chieftain, why do you stand here and not fight off the hoard."

"Same as you, to make my last stand."

"So we have failed to defend the guardian spirit."

"uhh... Yes, we have and know we must make our last stand here."

The guardian just stood silent for a split second. Then he turned and kneeled at the massive supercomputer.

"OH great guardian spirit, Hear my words. Please lend me your wisdom, so I might smite your foes with it!"

I walked towards him placing my hand on a handle. "Sorry bub, but I don't think it asking now when it didn't answer then, will work."

"Don't be foolish it must!"

"If we collapse the tunnel now, we can recover it later."

"Don't speak such foolish words, the great spirit must not be desecrated."

"You will die."

"In times of great need the guardian spiri-" The man screamed in pain as I plunged my knife into his back. I acted quickly and started to drag the man towards the latter leading into the room and lead him against the wall.

I looked into the glassy eyes of the man. They stared accusingly at me. Almost as if in the last moments of the man's last second of life, he wondered why? "Sorry, bud. You wouldn't have let me collapse the roof of his place. Don't worry. When future generations benefit from this tech, it will be because of you and your people." I just placed my last remaining C-4 charge on the man's lap and climbed out. When I was on top, I head towards the last holdout, I activated the charge and the bunker collapsed in a ball of fire.

I ran towards the tribals turn townsfolk. The had eyes of despair. I scream towards them. "Follow me if you want future vengeance on these asshats!"

"We have failed! Oh, the great relic is lost to us."

"No. The legion has screwed you, losing your artifact is their fault, not yours. If you want to avenge your loss, then follow me!'

I didn't even bother looking back to see if they were following me. I just moved as quickly as I could. I don't even know if there were that many of them left. I was just too worried about the sizeable army behind me. He ran and heard the sound of footsteps behind him. I looked back and found only a small handful of villagers following me, plus Raul. There were 3 in total, Then I realized that was half the group of the remaining survivors.

"Hey, Raul what happen to the other three," I said with gasping breath

Raul responded with a deal more difficult in breathing. "They said they were going to slow down the legion!"

"Huh?"

Then I heard a massive explosion coming from the village. A hella way to go. We took their sacrifice as a sign to run faster. We moved as quickly as we could, but in the end, it was all in vain. We ran for a minute, hoping our endurance would save us. We soon saw a blockade, they must have split up the forces from the beginning and the army behind us was quickly following suit.

We didn't have time to break through and the pip-boy on my wrist tells me the army was a good twenty minutes away. Fuck it! Were shooting out way out. I pulled out my 12.7 and started firing into the blockade of thirty or so men. They were clustered together which made it easy for my rounds to find a target. The others soon followed suit. It wasn't enough.

Our combined gunfire felled only half of them and we were only a few meters away.

The shield wall thrust their spears forward and I was able to grab one of the shafts before it hit me. I shoved it aside and charged forward. I grabbed the shield and used the man's spear as a stepping stool and vaulted over him. Time seems to slow down as adrenaline flooded my skull. I drew a combat knife and assaulted the turning man. He grabbed my wrist in an attempt to grapple away the knife. I kept moving forward with momentum and headbutted him. He fell backward and his friends soon took notice. I drew a second weapon, my recharger pistol and shot it towards the man's neck.

I turned and saw his friend drop his spear, he was attempting to draw his sword. I didn't give him the chance as I was already shoving the combat blade into his neck. Crimson red flowed out and he dropped to the floor. Time resumed its normal pace and I saw the dead men buddies start charging at me. They were quickly felled by a volley of fire by the tribes. I realized that they didn't follow my example and stayed back. I didn't spare any more time on the subject and just ran through the hole we made in their ranks.

The last remaining survivors of the massacre followed me, Raul was laying covering fire as he ran. He had to quickly reload his six-shooters and tried to just run for his life. We kept moving, our hearts pounding in our chest, I honestly didn't know if we could outrun these men. Then I heard a radio transmission. It was the code speak of ED-E. A grin as wide as my ego plastered was over my face. I took out the radio on my assassin suits belt and gave out my orders.

"ED-E! Tell the vertibirds to break formation and double-time it! Tell them to follow this radio transmission and shoot the men in fancy metal armor!"

I kept running toward the direction my force was supposed to come from, unlucky for me, an arrow got me on the leg and I toppled forward. Then I felt more projectiles entire my body, my subdermal armor insured they didn't penetrate deeply, but I could feel them tear some amount of flesh. I counted three or four more, one landed too near my spine for comfort.

I tried getting up but the pain was nearly overwhelming. I just reach to toward my back to start pulling out the arrows. The first one was too much, I couldn't do it without some med-x. God, I wish I had stealth suit 2.0 with me. That would have been a godsend. But I had the misfortune of having it ruined five years ago. Ever Since I had to make due with the assassin suit. I took out a needle out to inject it, but a sandal stamped down on my arm.

"Agh!" I screamed.

A man in fancy plate armor spook. "Good! So you can scream. I will enjoy breaking you for what you did to my men and costing me, slaves. The other two may have died, but the girl will fetch a nice price. Raul starred intensely at me. Heh. you must be a necromancer, the way that zombie looks at you means you are its master."

I turned my head and saw the two dead people, a man, and a woman. The other was a girl in her teens. She was lucky and had only an arrow in her arm. Raul, on the other hand, multiple arrows like me. Due to being a ghole, he was able to sustain far more damage to his organs. My old ghoul friend should be able to survive his injuries.

"Your unholy magic will be wiped away." The officer raised his head at the sound of my vertibirds. "What is that?"

I felt the foot on my arm ease up. I grabbed the med-x on the dirt and quickly injected into my arm. The chemicals worked wonders and I was able to ignore the pain. I grabbed the leg of the man holding me down and I threw him off. The others turned to me. Two guards drew their swords and charged at me. I tore out one of the arrows stuck on my back, my phoenix implant got to work healing it ensuring I won't be passing out due to blood loss.

The first guard got into the swinging distance and I intercepted his sword arm, while this happens I stabbed the arrow into his friend's arm, with inhuman speed. I twisted the arm of the first man and me quickdraw my recharger pistol. I fired it at the first man's head. He fell into a slump. His still living friend was grasping his injured arm. I aimed my pistol at his neck and pulled the trigger. The man's neck exploded into dust, while his lifeless form fell onto the desert floor.

Their commander looked at me slack-jawed. "How! No man can move like that with those injuries!"

I heard the radio burst into life. "Desert jackal's, Loaded with thermal missles, permission to rain hell."

This gave me a devilish smile, obscured by the hazard mask. I press on the radio, I chucked out next. "Hehehe, I ain't no man. I'm the devil son! And with siren screams, I shall rain hell upon you."

The radio spoke once again. "Understood sir."

With that I heard the screech of missiles flying, then I saw the impact on the mass of human flesh. The screams of the burning damn could be heard and the stench of burning flesh filled my nostrils. The sight was of the underworld, filled with lost souls. That image could be seen on the faces of the last remaining survivors of the skizm. I pointed my figure at the captain and his last remaining men.

"Child! If you want to live with your soul intact, then you better start begging."

The once prideful captain fell to his knees and started sobbing out words of mercy. I just smiled at that image. I just smiled and turned my head towards the teen with burning eyes. I saw something in her. A need. A sensation that is completely unsatisfied. I knew what she wanted. The girl wanted the begging man to die. I will need to speak to this girl. For now, I just radioed in that we needed medical attention and that I would need a scouting party asap.

The next day I was in the tent of the last remaining survivor of the battle, the teenage girl laying on her cot. She had tan skin with a few tribal tattoos on her fair skin. Her hair was ebony black and silky long. Her facial feature was one of youthful teen girl. I saw as her eyes open to reveal emerald greens. They saw me and widen.

"G-great chieftain of the heaven spire. I uh-"

"Calm down. I am not here for your ass kissing. I just want to see how are you doing."

She gave me a rage-filled stair. "Bloodthirsty. I want those monsters to pay for killing my family. Those people killed the only people I ever loved, the people who took me in when I was orphaned."

"Well good. You can join the army. Where are planning to raid their turf."

I tried getting up, but I felt a hand grip my arm. "No. I want to follow you."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't think me ignorant of your legend. I know you broke two armies and created an empire that stretched across of all of California. I know if this new foe would be broken, it would be by your hands and of the hands of your companions."

"Kid. I'm not the sort of guy that has many people living around him and I'm not that trustworthy."

"I don't care what you've done only that I spill blood."

"Oh really, so you wouldn't care if I was the one who blew up the relic and killed its guardian."

"The guardian was an old man, too stupid to realize he was praying to a computer."

"I don't let people who aren't loyal to me, to follow me."

"Then I pledge my mind and soul to you."

"I honestly don't know, plus you don't know what I capable of."

"I don't care about what you have done. Only of what you can do. I will be loyal to you, as long I can spill blood."

"Are you sure. Very few people can stomach what I've done."

"I've seen my parents die before my eyes. I can handle whatever you can throw."

I thought about it and gave a nod.

"First, let me tell you a story and if you still think deep down, you are willing to follow me, then welcome aboard."

The girl just grabbed a pendant around her neck and open it. Inside was a picture of a river valley. I honestly didn't know what it meant, but it must have had a great deal of sentimental value. I just sat, waiting for her response.

"Shoot"

"Alright, let's start where I was shot in the head at seventeen years old. A fellow that goes by Benny wanted a chip I was carrying and stole it. He also buried me as well, but unlucky for me my brother dug me up. My wonderful little brother made a deal with a man name house. I had to retrieve the chip and kill Benny. In exchange, he would save my life. Cause you know, getting a 9mm bullet logged into your gray matter is very unhealthy. I got a special plate in my skull." I knocked on my skull to emphasize the point.

"My bro and I went on a lot of wacky adventures. I dealt with the combat and science. He used his silver toughen and overwhelming luck, to keep me well funded. We chased down that checkered suit motherfucker across the wasteland. When we learned of his location, it made our plans very… complicated." My breath started to pick up pace and I clutched my fists.

I steadied my breath and continued. "Us two were ex-slaves of the bull when we were seven and eight. I'll spare the gory detail of that, it would matter now because that's more of a personal matter. All I have to say is that we escaped by murdering one of the guards of Caesar and he wanted our heads ever since. Because of this little detail, I decided to tell my bro to enact a plan we were cultivating." I learned in. Closing the distance between us.

"In our adventures, we learn we could do a lot. That gave us a lot of options, some of them were good others were risky. We chose to create one of the greatest empires the west wasteland has ever seen. This took selling out one of our friends to gun dealers, overthrowing an elder of the brotherhood of steel, assassinating a certain leader of the NCR, gaining control of big mountain and it's tech, dealing with an old friend in the divide, backstabbing all of my companions from the Sierra Madre casino, to trick an elder into trusting us, then proceed to backstab him as well to gain control of the casinos tech. We gained the loyalty of the Khans by promising payback, I turned a man who found a semi-nonviolent god into a warmonger to fit my needs and a dozen of unimportant little tidbits." I noticed the eye's of the tribal girl seemed to widen, I bet she didn't think I was going to be this forward. Whether her opinions of following me has changed, is yet to be seen.

I continued my story. "In the end, I learned I was a control freak. All of these parts were done to ensure our control of new vegas and its surrounding factions. My brother went off to kill house, he succeeded in replacing him. At the same time, a friend and I went off to kill the most dangerous man in the Mojave. We went ham on the base. A lot of bodies were left. That includes Ceasar and my friend." It's been so long since I thought about the people who died.

I sit back and slump down. "After that, it was all about clean up. I sold out the van grafts to the brotherhood. I destroyed the crimson caravan and replace them with someone who would favor my interest. I turn the boomers into a military group under my control I gutted the enclave organization and turned them into the desert jackals. I won the battle of hoover dam. I let the followers live, only because they cut the cost of medical supplies. Then I removed any legion presents in the Mojave, at the same time we started to create another army to fight against the NCR. Once that war sparked off, all we had to do is wait. When we saw their main force advance towards us, we activated the divides nuclear stockpile. On that day the bear was crippled and we sent the national sword. We cut deep into their turf, it was a bloody battle but in the end, we won. We even got new Reno from the war and boy the tax on porn created quite a few government projects." Thank you Marcy Rose and your cult following the in the porn industry. Your dedication to your job made quite the pretty penny.

I straighten my back in pride. "When no one was gunning for us, we started to use the tech we gathered. Big M. started to create new innovations for us and we raided their database for any worthwhile blueprints. We used vault 22 tech to create sustainable farming. I used the vending machines from the Sierra Madre to start creating raw resources. And a dozen other things, that's not what is important. What is important is that we learned that all of that cost power and a lot of it. So I was sent by my brother to D.C. to find information of any info we could use. I ran into the bitch of the east." My face automatically made scowl.

That woman never did anything without an hour argument back then.

"A name earned by the local raider groups. The woman was also known as the lone wanderer. She has her own story, That could be discussed at a later date, the thing is important that she was the leader of the west branch of the brother of steel. We weren't the best of pals, but we saw eye to eye. Plus I had a respect for her. She made her own little empire that rivaled my own. She and I were looking for the same thing. We both understood that we couldn't repeat the mistakes of the past and made a non-aggression pact."

I then I became rigid and stiff. "We both moved south to Boston. The woman was going there any way to fight an organization called the institute. We didn't go there on foot either, we rode a gunship called the Prydwen, a marvel of engineering. The lone wanderer was able to build it out of enclave tech and hidden American battleship designs. That baby could hold a division and had enough firepower to level a city block. I learn that I may be an empire of industry, but the wanderer was one of war. Her eyes were one of a crusader and a rage-filled leader." I have to admit that she was talented and without her, the wasteland would be far more different.

But, He was another story.

"When we got down to Boston we found another… talented individual. He was known both as the lone survivor and the lone savior. He pretty much defeated the institute alone. He didn't destroy their base, he just killed all of the leaders and took over the facility. He also created a private army known as the Marines. They were called the Minutemen, but they got better equipped and new organization structure. He had the tech known as the fission generator and moved to create a smaller version called fusion engine. He didn't really need it and was mostly concentrated on agriculture. Lucy us. This made making a deal a bit easier. Wanderer wanted to invade, but my bro was on the phone at the time and was able to make a compromise. We negotiated to turn the three nations into an official empire. We all lived happily after all, right?... Wrong."

Now came the bad part.

I slacken and slumped in my chair. "The three of us started to call yourself by code name, or code numbers to be precise. Survivor is 111, the wanderer is 101, my brother is 21, and I'm 6. We didn't this to talk to each other more than we have to. We don't hate each other, but we are wary of one another. We have trouble trusting one another, but we swallow our pride and worked together. We spread the power source to one another and all of our other tech. We do what we can to help one another, but it's been getting worse and I realized I created a new cold war. All four of us are so used to having an obstacle we find it alien to have equal alleys."

Well, we got scout reports beyond the gate and now it seems we do have a new goal. A rich new land, virgin soil and rich metals lay everywhere. I can't do it alone. We may have kicked out most predators, but with 22 tech running in our soil, so the besties are everywhere and quadrupled in number. The great tunneler war is still raging, ever since those lizard mother fuckers crawled out of the divide, we're stuck fighting them with eighty percent of our forces. With the tribes moving into our territory, the raider population is doubled in numbers with all the new territory left for them. This means I need their help and this might cause a bit of political hell. If you join me you're accepting the hell of politics, the chance of getting backstabbed by me at any moment, a war where we will most likely be outnumbered by an unknown enemy, and all you will get is vengeance. Are you still willing to join me."

"The tribal just leaned in and looked at me in the eye. "Heh. You don't know it, but you gave me an ultimatum. Follow me or die with my secrets. Let me break the people who murdered the two people I loved the most and you have my undying loyalty, the monster of the waste."

I slacked the grip on my recharger pistol and smiled at the fact that my new companion is quite smart. "Congrats girl, you just made a deal with the devil."