Prologue

2282 AD

"He's at it again?" Lucas Simms asked as he stood in the doorway to his house, one of the town's residents in front of him.

"Sadly, yes," the man said, shaking his head.

Lucas sighed and stepped out of his house, closing the door behind him.

"I'll go deal with him," he said as he shook his head and started walking for Moriarty's Saloon.

"Be careful, he's bored again tonight," the man warned as he turned to head off for his home.

Lucas walked along the walkways of Megaton, groaning and shaking his head. It's every other day now. He comes back to town bored out of his mind and stirs up trouble, just so he won't be bored. It just gave Lucas that much work to do, but at least he kept things interesting.

Once Lucas reached Moriarty's Saloon, he shook his head one last time and pushed open the door.

Inside, he saw three men, not residents of Megaton, standing around another man with black shaggy hair, who was sitting at the bar, a smug look on his face.

"What the hell is your problem?!" the one on the right yelled.

The man at the bar shrugged, still smirking.

"Just tell us why the hell you pour our drinks out, and we'll leave you alone," the man on the left said calmly.

"Because," the man sitting down started. "I'm bored, as stated before, and you three just looked like you'd be fun to mess with."

The man in the middle growled and pulled out a 10mm pistol and stuck it to the man's forehead.

"You think you can just mess with us and get away with it?!"

"Pretty much," the man with the gun stuck to his head replied nonchalantly.

"Carl! Calm down!" the man on the left said to the man holding the gun.

"I'm not listening this time, Lark!" the man said as his hand tensed up on the gun's handle.

The man sitting at the bar smiled.

Lucas, knowing what this meant, stepped forward and quickly separated the men.

"Now now, break it up," he said calmly as he stood between the men and the man at the bar.

"Oh come on, Simms," the man at the bar said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"No," Lucas said simply.

"Move out of the way, sheriff, just let us deal with him," the man wielding the gun said.

Lucas looked at him and gave him a serious glare. "If you value your lives; leave this man alone and walk away."

"But, he..." the man on the right started to yell, but was silenced by Lucas.

"If you can't leave this man alone, then I'll have to ask you to leave town."

The man on the left grabbed the shoulders of his two friends and started backtracking.

"Come on guys, know when to back down."

"Fine," the man with the gun said in an annoyed voice as he and his friends slowly left the saloon. "Just know, if he messes with me again. I'll kill him!"

As soon as the three men left the bar, Lucas turned to the man sitting at the bar and gave him a stern look.

"What?" the man asked with a smirk.

"My house, now," Lucas said as he turned and walked out of the saloon.

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Lucas walked over to too his desk and turned around to face his trouble making friend.

"What am I going to do with you?" he asked, rubbing his face.

"You could let me into your armory," the man said with a smirk.

"Yeah, you'd like that," Lucas said, chuckling lightly. "But seriously, Logan, what am I going to do with you? I can't have you causing trouble every day."

Logan shrugged and picked up a tin can, tossing it between his hands. "Come on, Simm's, I'm bored. There's nothing to do out there anymore. It's just the same old, same old, everyday."

"Then get a job," Lucas suggested.

"Yeah, no. Jobs are boring, Simms. I need action, not doing odd jobs for people."

Lucas raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you do odd jobs for people when you came out of that vault all those years ago?"

"No..." Logan said as he dropped the can. "Those were quest, not jobs, there's a difference."

"Fine fine, but you can't kill your boredom by causing trouble in my town."

"Simms, there's nothing to do anymore. Killing raiders has got repetitive, and everyone is giving me boring and easy quest. Even causing trouble here is boring! I've got nothing to do anymore!"

"Calm down," Lucas said as he turned around and shuffled through a pile of papers. After a second, he pulled out a piece of paper "Here, someone in a fancy suit dropped this off a week ago."

Logan took the piece of paper and looked it over. "New Vegas? Isn't that place restricted or something?"

"Nope, apparently it's under new management or something."

A small smirk appeared on Logan's face. "Are you suggesting I go to New Vegas?"

"I am," Lucas confirmed. "It should get rid of your boredom. You could head over there and do some gambling, and other things, and satisfy your boredom. Just don't forget to come back here. Things wouldn't be the same without you."

"I know you can't live without me, Simms," Logan joked as he looked at the paper again. "New Vegas, huh?"

He shrugged, "Why not? It's only like a two month walk anyways, right?"

"I think it's four months of walking," Lucas said after thinking for a bit.

Logan tapped his chin. "Actually, I might be able to get the Brotherhood to fly me out there. They still owe me for all the work I've done for them."

"So, you're going?" Lucas asked as he leaned back on his desk.

"It's better than being bored all the time, so yeah. I'll go."

Logan put the paper down and laughed, "What am I going to wear? I have to be fashionable."

"You're joking, right?" Lucas asked with a chuckle

"Of course not, I'm going to the city of sin, or something like that, and I need to be dressed in my finest," Logan said as he ran his hand over his clothes, which was just a Merc cruiser outfit.

"Well, I do have a few..." Lucas began before being interrupted.

"Fuck it, I'll just wear this with a duster over it," Logan said as he turned for the door. "Thanks for the info, Simm's."

Before Lucas could say anything else, Logan walked out of his little office and down the stairs, heading for the door.

"You never let me finish my sentences, Logan. I have a very nice suit that..."

"Thanks for the offer, but I gots me a nice set of clothing right here," Logan yelled back as he walked out the door.

"Of course you do..." Lucas said as he shook his head. "I need a break from him..."

Outside, Logan was walking towards his house with a smug look on his face.

As he reached his door, he turned to look out over the town and yelled out to everyone, "Vegas!"