Why hello there, people of the internet, its me. While you may not know me due to the fact that this is my first story, I know you. Well aside from all that creepiness i'd just like to point out that this will contain some info from the CANCELLED version of Fallout 3, Van Buren ( probably spelt that wrong). You don't need to know anything about It to read this but I just thought I should point that out. Well onto the story. And I promise, it will get better.

Doc Mitchell stepped outside onto the porch and felt a cool blast of air hit his face. He smiled, finally being allowed a quick reprieve from the endless diagnosing and medical treatments.

He quickly walked down the hill, hoping to get a quick drink at the saloon before went back to work. It's not that he didn't enjoy helping the people of Goodsprings, he just found it tedious after years of it.

Inside the saloon Doc Mitchell sat down at one of the empty barstools and kindly asked for a whisky, deciding that he would need something strong to clear his head.

He looked around the bar and felt decidedly lonely. There were few people in Goodsprings anymore, ever since Amber had come through and shaken the entire Mojave to hell. He smiled thinking of that fierce girl who had been the only one stupid enough to give the finger to both The Bear and The Legion in one swift motion, taking New Vegas for herself.

He was surprised as he saw a new person walk in, and not just because he was new. The young man who walked in with shaggy black hair and a scar beginning right above his right eye and ending below his jaw. The Bounty hunter duster he was wearing was ragged and torn up and the revolver at his hip looked to be in surprisingly good condition. He walked over to the Doc and sat down at the bar next to him, not saying a word. After a few minutes of silence Judy finally spoke up from behind the bar.

"Hey there stranger, whats your story?" she said nonchalantly as she cleaned a glass.

"I'll tell you if you can help me with a problem I seem to be having" replied the stranger as he spoke in a voice filled with sadness.

"Well i'll need to know the problem first to help."

The stranger slowly took exhaled as he began to compose his words " Well it seems some companions of mine are sadly without residence, as we have traveled a long way, so if there are any houses available I would be delighted to purchase them."

After thinking for a moment Judy cheerfully replied " Okay I guess that will work, how many houses will you be needing?"

"About... Fifty five, maybe 60" The stranger casually replied.

Judy looked at him with a confused look on her face "Wait... I may have misheard you did you say you needed..." Judy started as Easy Pete rushed in, a frantic look on his face. "holy shit Doc, Judy, you have got to come see this" he said frantically. All three people got up in unison and stepped outside, shocked at what they saw.

In front of them stood an army. Scores of people stood out there, all of them dressed as if they were preparing for battle, their equipment ranging from power armor and plasma rifle to simple leather armor and a 9mm pistol. They laughed and joked, and fought and smoked, but they grew quiet when they saw the stranger walk out, and A person in power armor walked directly toward him.

"Boss what did they say, can we stay here, because I cannot sleep in a damn tent again. My back is already fucked up enough."

" They have not answered me yet Charon but I hope that they will say yes, 60 houses may be a tight squeeze for five hundred but it should be enough if we squeeze."

Doc Mitchell was at a loss for words " Um... what... what the hell is this?" asked Doc.

The stranger responded with an air of casualness as if he was used this "This is my army and I am their leader. You may call me… Joker."

"Um… alright" said Doc Mitchell "We really don't have enough room for this, i'll try to find as many houses as i can but most of you will have to sleep in tents."

"Okay jus one more thing…" Said the man called Joker.

"What" asked Doc Mitchell

"I need a new personal medic" Joker said with a smirk "I can tell your a doctor from the fact that you have blood on your clothes, your not carrying a weapon to justify that blood, and that possibly crazy man with a strange dynamite fetish called you Doc. So how about it. Up for an adventure Doc?"

"An adventure" Mused Doc Mitchell "Its been a while since i've had one of those… what the fuck?"

Well thats it, hope you enjoyed it. I know its not the best but it WILL get better I promise. Read and Review please. I'm out.