President Draigo Neosho looked over his city from his tower in the sky. He was a Handsome asian man with long unkempt hair and a rugged but short bered. He was younger then you would expect for a president, only 33, but you could tell by the way he cared himself that he was very experienced. He wore a light brown leather duster over a t shirt, combat trousers, and black combat boots. He had won his country with blood and bullets, driving both the legon and the NCR out of his territory. Now the young president was looking out his window at the sun rising over the Mojave Nahson.
He could see almost the entire country from his tower. He could see lights in the west that represented the growing trading town of Good Spring. He could see the laser fire as Mohave forces clashed with fiends on the outskirts of town. There was the dust from the restoration projects at Nipton. And he could see the fires of soldiers stationed at camp McCarran. The camp was once under the control of the NCR or New California Republic but now it was under the crossed gun and sword banner of the Mojave Nahson.
if you were an outsider then you would wonder how such a county could exist. The small country was surrounded on all sides by the two the most militant empires in the country, the NCR to the West and the Legion to the East. For such a small country to expel both massive super powers you would think that Draigo kicked them both in the nuts, hard. And in a way you would have been right, he assassinated the legions Caesar and killed his Legit laneus in battle. He also had general oliver pushed off the Dam, effectively ending NCR involvement in the Mojave. So in light of all this you would think that in the past year since the battle of Hoover Dam the two empires would suffer defeats. But you would be surprised. The Legion, under the direction of Emperor Vulpes Inculta has take most of western texas and has almost doubled their holdings in the east. And NCR forces under General Moor had started taking territory in washington and mexico, north and south of there borders. They also established a navy and almost doubled their air force. But Draigo's Infant country continued to flourish as people from the NCR continued to come to vegas to gamble and trade in the more "lax" regulations of the Mojave.
"You up already" Asked a voice behind Draigo, he turned and saw Sarah Weintraub zipping up her vault 21 jumpsuit. She was a good looking women of about twenty nine with long blond hair.
Draco had formed a comfortable routine with the women, he would wake up at 5:30 and workout until Sarah woke up. Then they would have sex before breakfast, followed by Sarah gong to work at the vault and Drago attending his duties as President. Finally they would meet at the lucky 37 presidential sweat and have sex before bed. However despite fucking her on a regular breakfast neither of them would claim to have significant feeling for the other. Draico still continued to fuck other women from time to time and Sarah knew that and didn't care much.
"thanks for last night" said Drago as Sarah took a sip of coffee.
"don't mention it, mr President" said Saira taking another sip of coffee
"call me that again and I'll have the Yes Man kick you out"
"whatever, O supreme leader of the mojave" she said laughing.
"Now that is more like it" said Draigo smiling.
"well better get going" said Sarah.
"Sarah wate" Said drago "take this" He drew a pistol and held it out to her by the baral.
"You know that i don't like guns" she said, backing away slightly.
"I know its just," he paused for a moment. "I don't want people trying to get to me thru you, so please take it". Reluctantly Sarah took the gun and put it in her jumpsuit pocket.
"I hope you don't have to use it," said Draigo.
"I do to" Said Sarah and with that she left the room.
Draigo walked over to his bar and opened a bottle of vodka. After a few sips he heard the elevator door opened.
"Mr president, there is someone here to see you" Said the yes man in his annoyingly happy
voce.
"Who is it?" Asked Drago, not bothering to look up from his bottle.
"Why am I not surprised that after all this time you still only care for you drink," said a familiar voice.
"Ha, good to see you to Cass," said Draigo. Cass was probably Draigos best friend at the moment even tho they had a rocky relationship of late. After the secant battle of Hoover Dam Drago and Cass had started sleeping with each other on a regular bases. Four for months they had a strong relationship until it fell apart after a particularly nasty fight. They were both similar in the way that they hated getting tied down and definitely loved sex. At first that strengthened their relationship, but overtime they began to realize that they were just two assholls looking to eachother and tring to be more then asshols. As much as they had loved each other, they were just not working out. And after a particularly brutal fight about the woman who ran the thorn they decided to end it, they worked better as friends anyway. Cass had traveled to california to reclaim her caravan business, and Draigo had continued to learn to govern his country.
"Did the crimson caravan finally colf up the rights to your caravan?" Asked Draigo, laughing.
"right after they finished pissing themselves," she laughed sitting down on the bar next to her ex lover.
"Want a drink" asked the young President.
"Provided you have something other then that bramon piss and rotten potatoes that you call alcohol" Said cass ponting at his bottle of vodka.
"fuck off" he said before pouring some whisky in a shot glass and handing it to her.
"I remember you loving vodka that time we were were trapped in that cave hiding from legion assassins"
"I was so sober at that point that I would have gotten drunk off of my own piss had you not come thru with with that stuff" said cass laughing
They began bantering with one another for a few moments until Draigo got up and looked out of his window
"So, I'm going to assume that you did not come all the way to New Vegas to get a drink" Said Draigo turning around.
"I am heading back to california and I wondered if you wanted me to pick up anything for you" said Cass.
He sat back down and took a long swig from his bottle.
"I need as many 12 gage pulse slugs as you can get, and a much armor piercing ammo and as many microfusion and energy cells as you can fit on those bromon" he took another swig
"and as many automatic weapons as you can convince the gun runners to calf up. plus some anti material rifles and hunting rifles"
Cass looked at her former lover for the first time in a long time she felt worried for him.
"So it's true, the Brotherhood is on the move." Said Cass.
The Brotherhood of steel had been allowed to roam freely through the Mojave after they supported Draigo in the secant battle of hoover dam. When Cass had left for new California they had been friendly, working with the Mojave Nation army (AN I will call it the MNA for short) to wipe out raders and deathclaws in the area. But Cass had heard rumors that the brotherhood had started to harass travelers in the Mojave for energy weapons gong as far as killing caravan bromon to prevent weapons that they deemed "dangerous" from "falling into the wrong hand".
"The Sons of Bitches shot up a follower after she refused to give up her plasma pistol." said Draigo followed by another swig of vodka.
"the follower survived and they claim that she drew on them but people are not happy about it, especially the rangers"
Not long after the Mojave declared independence the NCR rangers split Back into two parts, the desert ranger had unified with the NCR when the legion had approached the hoover dam. After The Mojave Nation declared independence from the NCR some of the Rangers decided that the unification treaty was void now that the NCR no longer controlled the Mojave, and that the Desert rangers should go back to their old home and continue to protect the people of the Mojave. So after weeks of debating they split back into two entities, the NCR and Desert Rangers. They still did not answer to Draigo and his army but they helped defend the people from raiders and most importantly, help armes merchants avoid the brotherhood.
"I don't want war with the brotherhood but right now I can't take too many precautions," said Draigo followed by him draining the bottle.
Cass sipped her whisky. She was worried about her ex lover. He was a traveler, use to packing up and leaving before he got too attached to anyone. Now he was running a new country and he was already about to face civil war.
"So, how is she?" asked Cass, changing the subject.
"What?" said Draigo
"the girl that I saw coming out of the casino before I came in. Her name is Sarah, right?"
"right."
"so," she said.
"She's ok," said Draigo, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation.
"She good for you," Said Cass.
"can we change the subject?" said Draigo.
"She's good looking, blond, and too stupid to care if you fuck other women," Said Cass.
"I wasn't fucking anyone else" Said Draigo angrily.
"This isn't about us," Said Cass.
"This is always about us," yield Draigo. "You know that I wasn't fucking Scarlett, you're just too much of a cowardly bitch to deal with with an actual relationship!"
"you bastard!" said Cass followed by her punching him in the face. Draigo followed up by punching Cass, followed up by a kick to the knees. He then grabbed her shirt and punched her in the face. Cass responded by kicking him in the nuts. She then grabbed her bottle of whisky and slammed it onto his face. The glass cut into Draigo's skin and the alcohol ran into the cuts making him feel like he was on fire. He grabbed his face and yelled in pain followed by Cass knocking him down straddling his waist as she began punching him in the face time and time again. In a sudan move Draigo shot up knocking Cases of off him so that he was on top. He grabbed her head and made like he was going to knock her out on the floor but at the last moment he changed his mind, and kissed her.
After a moment of stunned silence Cass began kissing him back. They began grabbing at each others cloths and in less than a minute they were naked on the floor using their cloths as bedding. Draigo was still on top and he began by forcing her legs apart with his legs and thrusting his member into her.
"Fuck!" yield Cass and he plowed into her. Most of the time when Cass had sex she was on top and generally controlled where they were going. But when she was with Draigo he always put everything he had into it. That was part of what made her like him so much, he was not afraid of her and for some reason when they were both fighting for dominance it made the act feel so much more intimate.
"W- we.. fuck.. we need to talk about th... this after, o...ok" said Draigo with gasping breaths.
"Ok" Said Cass befor her voice broke up into mones. There would be a long and awkward conversation when she woke up. But for now she had to focus on lasting longer than him, and maybe getting on top before this is over.
Meanwhile, in a derelict part of the Mojave wasteland a lone figure walked along. A molerat poked his head out of his nest to see what the strange figure was, the mutated animal new better than to approach the man but kept one eye on him as he waked by. A coyotes looked away from his meal as the strange man walked by, were it not for the human carcass that he was devowing he would have attacked the man. However, at the time he was full and did not need another meal. But, from behind a rock a far more dangerous predator lay in wait. The feand is called Boom Stick, and he was eying the lone man like a Deathclaw would eye a hunk of meat. Had Boom Stick been thinking clearly he would wondered why a man would be wandering around in the middle of nowhere. But considering that Boom Stick was a third generation fend he had spent almost his entire life hi as a kite. And now he had lost his home in the ruins of outer vegas, his family, and most importantly, his drugs. So that is why, with no thought for how he was going to deal with the man he jumped out of the rock and pulled the trigger on his lever action shotgun. But there was no flash, no bang, no screams of agony as buckshot pierced the mans flesh. The man had thrown a throwing knife into the firing mechanism of the gun.
"You die Now" yield Boom stick, grabbing the knife and running at the man. The last thing he ever saw was a flash of silver and his head falling off his body
"Well, that was easy" said the man, almost as if the rats and coyotes could hear him. He replaced his throwing knife in its sheath and cleaned his sword on his clothes before putting it back in its sheath on his back. It was a pre war ninjite sword, and the man had two on his back. But this was hardly worth denting his "special" sword over.
In the distance he could see the lights of new vegas, A beacon of false hope and broken promises in the waste land. So far in his journey from the north he had only had to draw his smaller, more primitive sword, But soon that would change.
"New vegas, if only you knew what was coming, if only you new"