Character Description

Name: Bark

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Height: 6'2

Hair: Black

Hair Style: Blast Back

Facial Hair: Muttonchops

Eyes: Dark brown

Skin: Slight tan

Karma: Messiah

Equipment

Elite Riot Gear

Elite Riot Helmet

Gobi Campaign Sniper Rifle

with .308 Rounds

Survivalist's Rifle

with 12.7 JHP rounds

A Light Shining in Darkness

with .45 Rounds

Several frag grenades

Chance's Knife

Location: Lucky 38 Presidential Suite

One day after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam

"President Kimball, General Oliver thank you for coming on such short notice." "It's no problem soldier, after shoving your boot up Caesar's ass," the general said. "I have a proposal for you if you're willing to listen," Bark said. "Go right on ahead it's the least we can do," said Kimball."Well," said the Courier, "I need you to stop stretching your forces too thin. The soldiers and their families are the ones paying the price. If you don't stop the soldiers are going to throw their weapons down and walk away if they know their dying for a lost cause. You also need to stop trampling every community in your path. It's not going to end well if you cause a revolution because you're too greedy to think about the people and their families. I may agree with your cause but others don't. You need to get a program running if people aren't able to pay taxes you get them a job that helps the NCR instead of making them pay taxes, or something I'm really not that good at this. Also I need your op engineers and not the idiot wearing sunglasses. I'm going on tech scavenging trip to D.C. Yay so much fun!"

Several weeks after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam

"Thank you Daisy your piloting skills have proven invaluable," Bark said sincerely."Oh no problem I'm glad I can let someone see the world from my point of view." Then an NCR engineer jogged up. "Hey Courier," he said,"We got something." Bark headed back to the lab with curiosity. "So what is it?" he asked. "Well using fission batteries and micro fusion cells we were able to create something capable for your flight to D.C." "And you're sure about this?" Bark asked not completely satisfied with what the engineer said. "Yes sir, we're positive. The plane, it should be ready to go."

Several Hours Later

"Hey, where are we?", Veronica asked walking into the cockpit. "Somewhere over the MidWestern Commonwealth. It's still going to be several hours so you might as well get some sleep." "Bark you should land you really need sleep. I really don't like staying a flying metal coffin with a sleepy pilot." Bark told Veronica assuredly "I drank some coffee and took some turbo and jet I can definitely last a few more hours." "Great I'm in a flying death trap with a sleepy chemmed up pilot," Veronica said murmuring under her breath. "I heard that," the Courier said.

The Courier flying the plane looked to his left seeing a missile streaking across the sky towards the plane. The computers began beeping loudly clearly warning about the missile headed straight for the plane. It hit the left wing of the plane causing it to burst into flames. The Courier began losing the plane causing it to nose dive straight down. The Courier pulled the nose up and got the plane into a steady glide aiming to lose speed and soften the landing. The plane hit the ground and caused the Courier to jerk his head back

And then black.