Hey, I just want to clear up some things about the story before I start. The Story is set a few years after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, after the Courier helped capture it for Mr House, and wiped out Caesar and the Legate, though General Oliver and the NCR were convinced to pull out. The Courier is male, has the Cannibal perk and is fond of alcohol. Thanks!
The Courier sat in an armchair at the Cocktail bar in the Lucky 38, a bottle of whiskey clenched tightly in his hands. Rex sat by his side, panting. He heard the elevator doors open, and saw a Securitron drive in.
"Hello, Sir! Your presence is requested in the penthouse." It said in its monotonous, mechanical voice, an angry face of a soldier smoking a cigar stuck on the monitor.
Mr House had several lieutenants, but he was the favourite. The other lieutenants were Cachino, from the Omerta's, Marjorie from the Ultra-Luxe, Pearl from the Boomers, Lieutenant Palmer, who represented the NCR Traders, the King from Freeside and Swank from the Tops. Mr House and the lieutenants met regularly about deals. Mr House also invited several other key members to these meetings, like Primm Slim from Prim, Marcus from Jacobstown, Julie Farkas from the Followers of the Apocalypse, Cliff Briscoe from Novac and Victor from Goodsprings. Trudy had originally been Goodsprings' representative, but after deciding nothing important was happening at the meetings, started sending Victor instead to avoid going.
The Courier stood up, throwing the whiskey bottle into the air. In an instant, he drew his Magnum, an old gift from a wandering musician, and fired. The bottle burst into tiny shards of glass, and the courier walked into the elevator and started heading up to Mr House room. The doors whirred open, and he walked out.
"Evening, Jane." He said, not bothering to look up, as she was ever-present when he visited Mr House.
He walked down the stairs, and in front of a giant monitor, a moustachioed face looking down on him, flanked by two Securitrons.
"Hello again." Mr House said through speakers situated next to the monitor.
"What is it this time? The Casino Bosses have all given their allegiance, the NCR aren't causing trouble and I just took down a Legion Raiding party. They're little more than bandits nowadays."
The Courier wondered if this was about the NCR. They had officially left New Vegas years ago, but not wanting to lose access to the resources in the Mojave, they set up trading outposts in their old camps, mostly staffed by the Rangers and Soldiers who had previously worked there. Everyone knew the soldiers were a failsafe should Mr House attack the NCR, but Mr House made sure they that the outposts didn't get enough weapons of ammos to be even a small threat, and imposed huge taxes on them as well.
"Trading caravans. There are several new companies wishing to enter my territory. I believe they're called the Blue Angels, the Vault City Convoy and the Friendly Lending Caravan Company. They've refused to pay the taxes necessary, so I've called a meeting. It'll be in Goodsprings, your old home. I want you to take eight Securitrons up there and make sure they pay up. If not, I'm sure you can replace them with someone who pays."
Yeah, I'll get it done." The Courier said, before turning and walking back into the elevator. He took the elevator down to his suite, and began packing up supplies. He took a Legion blade, the Liberator, a brutal sword he had taken as his price in the capture of Nelson. He grabbed ammo for his Magnum, and his personal favourite, the Incinerator. He took lots of Whiskey and Nuka Cola, and some junk food for the trip. Then, he got into his power armour, an ancient Enclave variant, and put on a Cowboy hat and sunglasses. He opened a crate full of gecko steak and put into the spare bedroom, where Rosie and half a dozen cyber-puppies were sleeping. He filled several bowls with purified water for the dogs, and woke up Boone, who was sleeping in his bed.
"Boone, we're leaving. We have to go negotiate with some traders at Goodsprings."
Then, he walked down to the underground car park, where his car was waiting. It was an old Dune Buggy from before the war, and it was probably one of the only working models in the entire wasteland. He had been given it as a gift from Mr House. Finding fuel was a hassle, and it spent most of the time broken, as the only person who fixed things like that was Raul the Ghoul, and he spend most of his time out hunting the Vipers, the Jackals and any other bandit gangs that entered, but whenever he stopped off in town he would fix up the car. When Raul wasn't there, there was a Mister Handsy who tried to maintain it. Luckily, the dune buddy was working.
The Buddy had two seats, one for the Courier, and one for Boone, who would have Rex on his lap. The Securitrons would have to find their own way there. The Buggy was originally orange, but dust and weather had scraped off all the paint, and now it was just rust.
"Boone, start the car up. I'll get the Securitrons ready."
The Courier walked out to the strip. After the Second Battle of Hover Dam, Mr House had given him a detachment of robots, including two dozen Securitrons, six Protectrons and two Mister Gutsy's. He picked a random six Securitrons, and ordered them to head to Goodsprings and await orders. Then, he walked back to the car, and headed off to Goodsprings.