The Big MT: Not So Empty

by MykalWuzHere

The courier has won the battle of Hoover Dam. He now aims to better the world by rebuilding the Big MT in order to restore the world. With the help of Arcade, Boone, and other various faces known through the wastes, the courier will attempt to rebuild what was lost. (First fan fiction, would appreciate criticism good and bad! Thanks in advance!)

1. Chapter 1: The Beginning

Chapter 1:The Beginning

The sun was setting on the most glorious battle the Mojave waste has ever seen. The courier has aided the NCR in the battle of Hoover Dam. The courier made his way past the mutilated Legion soldiers that lined the pre-war attraction. As the courier made his way to the guest center of the dam his feet disturbed hundreds of casings that decorated the floor, like confetti from a horrid parade. His eyes followed the ash that danced through the sky, dancing to the quite breeze of death. The courier opened the door to the guest center only to find two NCR rangers tending to their wounds, "Give this to who ever it may concern" he said as he placed a note on he counter. He made his way out of the guest center into the aftermath of the battle. The smell of burnt gunpowder and disemboweled bodies burnt his nose. The courier placed a rag over his face to try and block out the stench. The courier walked the lonely road west until he reached the remnants of boulder city. He sat upon the rubble and thought to himself, "where am I to go now? The battle is won. I have made my mark, but I leave the great city of Nee Vegas to the NCR. I still have aid to give, people will still need me. I know what I must do." With that he took out an off looking device, which resembled a detonator and pulled the trigger. In an instant he was teleported to the balcony of the SINK. The door shuttered open and the courier was greeted with a bombardment of voices from the various mechanical personalities.

"Will sir being staying long?"

"Yes, I will be rebuilding to better not only myself, but the world as we know it"

"Very good sir"

The courier unlatched his chest plate and removed the various plates of his Elite Riot Gear. He placed them in the locker in his room and slid on his lab coat. "I will rebuild, I will help" He said to himself. The courier felt a wave of emotion envelop him. He dropped his hands from his face as he looked in the mirror. His hands were still shaking from the battle that ensued at Hoover Dam. He popped some mentats into his mouth and splashed water onto his face. "Eww, the blood! The horror! Why must you be so disgusting!" The sink exclaimed. The courier was at a loss to figure out why he was here, what he was truly planning to accomplish. He looked around the room at the various plants that grew in the self-sustained garden. He paced around them caressing the leaves of the various plants. "Wanna make some sweet sweet green, baby?" The courier shook his head and removed a bottle of purified water from the fridge. He placed the cold bottle upon his forehead in attempt to relieve the throbbing pain. It was then that he realized what needed to be done. The courier made his way into the central room and directed the auto-doc to give him a thorough exam. Once finished he made a note on a clipboard.
"-Contact Arcade and Boone.
I will rebuild the Big MT. I will create new technologies. I will be the next super power of the Mojave Wastes."