Bright Light City
A Fallout: New Vegas Fanfiction
Quest Added: Viva New Vegas
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Fallout or its affiliates.
Summary: The defeat of Caesar's Legion and the Legate has left the Mojave Wasteland in a state of 'peace.' The hero of the Mojave: The Courier, also known as Brandon, has decided to push on with his life in the Mojave's Sin City. This story follows a high karma Courier. Brandon decided to side with the NCR, leaving Mr. House unhooked from his cerebral mainframe.
Description of the Courier (Brandon): Blonde hair. Green eyes. Tan complexion. Dean Martin hairstyle.
Note from the Author: Greetings once again, fellow "Renewing a Nation" readers! It pleases me to bring to you the next chronicle in my Fallout saga. Not to worry, I fully intend on continuing "Renewing a Nation." I have but recently finished New Vegas and am very excited to bring to you my continuation. This follows a relationship between the Courier and Sunny Smiles of Goodsprings. I hope you enjoy!
Note to keep in mind: The events of Fallout 3 take place in 2278. The events in which this story will take place accurately coincide with the chosen game year, 2281. You may also encounter some spoilers for what is to come in "Renewing a Nation."
Chapter One
After his meeting with General Oliver, Brandon made his way back to New Vegas. He slung his Brush Gun across his shoulders as he made his way across the Hoover Dam.
"Mr. Brandon!" came a shout from above.
Brandon looked up to see General Oliver once again from atop a lookout point on the dam. "Come inside! I have one more thing for you!" Shouted the General who then retreated back into his office.
Brandon walked up and knocked on the General's door. "Enter!"
Brandon walked inside. "General?"
"I forgot to tell you." The General said motioning to a wooden crate in the corner of his office.
"On behalf of myself, Governor Kimball, and the President of the United States, I hereby commission you as an honorary Veteran Ranger for the New California Republic as well as an honorary Federal Marshal of the Peace." The General said opening the crate to reveal a brand new Veteran Ranger helmet and uniform.
Brandon was very shocked. "Wow, sir. It's an honor."
"This as well, boy." The General said holding a flat wooden box with the Presidential Seal as well as the seal of the NCR. He opened it to reveal a new Ranger Sequoia. "We're very thankful for everything you've done. I can honestly say we couldn't have done it without you." General Oliver said patting Brandon on the shoulder. "Should you ever feel the need for an assignment, or if you just wanna walk around and scare people shitless, come and see me."
"Thank you very much General. I'm glad I could help." Brandon said putting the Sequoia back into its box and into the larger crate that held the Veteran Ranger uniform.
"Where will you go now?" The General asked lighting a cigar.
"Well" Brandon said lifting the heavy box and resting it on his right shoulder, "Since I was able to get rid of Mr. House, I guess the Lucky 38 falls to me. Since I was able to run Benny out of town, Swank of The Tops and I were able to secure a dual ownership of the place. Come over and play sometime, General." Brandon said making his way to the door.
"I may just do so." Said the General taking a puff of his cigar, "I just may."
Brandon made the long journey back to the Strip and into the Presidential Suite of the Lucky 38 where he finally laid himself down and slept without a care.
That was five months ago.
After that day, Brandon worked tirelessly to get the Lucky 38 back into working order. He hired many needy people from Freeside with help from the King to work in the casino. This made public opinion towards Brandon soar. Many of the poor Freeside residents working at the casino were just happy to be able to have a clean shower and a set of nice work clothes, courtesy of the Lucky 38.
On opening night, Brandon arranged for Billy Knight as well as the Rad Pack to perform at the Lucky 38's theatre. Meaningless to say, opening night was a huge success. Caps and actual U.S. federal currency flew in like mad. Brandon just liked going around, talking to people he had met before, and even playing at a table once and a while, dressed in the suit that he made Benny leave behind in exchange for his secret release from Caesar.
One evening, as Brandon was meeting and greeting travelers and gamblers, he came face to face with none other than Doc Mitchell.
"Brandon! How the hell are ya?" Said the gruff old doctor that Brandon quite literally owed his life to.
"I'm doing well, thanks. How about you? What brings you to New Vegas?" Brandon asked ushering Doc Mitchells to a nearby table.
"Well, to be honest, I'm looking for you. Goodsprings needs your help again." Doc Mitchells said.
Brandon leaned in closer. "What's the problem?"
"Well, it's the Powder Gangers. I know you raided the NCR prison and got rid of the lot, but they seem to keep popping up, especially Joe Cobb and his gang. They beat the living hell out of Easy Pete last week. Sunny sent me to find you." Doc Mitchells said looking at Brandon.
Brandon didn't make eye contact as Doc Mitchells gave him the story. Finally, Brandon looked up and made eye contact with the Doc and said, "Say no more. I'll arrange for some motorcycles in the morning." Brandon said reaching into his pocket pulling out a key and handing it to Doc Mitchells. "Lemme comp you a room, Doc. After all you did save my life!" Brandon said with a smile as they both got up.
"So tell me Brandon. I hear that most folks you got hired here are all vagrants. But for vagrants you sure got them cleaned up nice." Doc said as he made his way to the elevator.
"Were vagrants. I always make sure that all the employees here get a hot shower, set of clean work clothes, and dinner before they start their shifts. Believe me; the crime rate in Freeside is slim to none. They all get good wages, and none of them complain. Hell, they all love it here, and I'm glad I could help them. About a year ago when I first came to New Vegas, I did some work around Freeside and I really hoped that someday something or someone would help these poor people. The NCR would only pass out aid to those who were deemed 'citizens.' In fact, not long after I entered Freeside for the first time, I saw three kids chasing a rat. Once one of them killed it, I saw them openly eat the bugger. It was a nasty sight. I'm just glad that I can use MY earnings to help give back. Freeside and the Kings back me up 100 percent, and that manages to keep the NCR tax collectors outta here and the Tops. Since I ousted Benny, Swank, Benny's second in command who helped me get rid of the Benny decided to compromise with me and we agreed to a mutual ownership of the place. He runs the casino full time, I provide promotions and other stuff like that, and we split the profit that comes to us 50/50." Brandon said as he walked alongside the Doc as he got into the elevator.
"You'll have to tell me more in the morning. Would leaving at seven tomorrow morning work?" Doc Mitchell said as he pushed his floor button.
"Definitely." Brandon said as the door closed.
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Please let me know what you think. I know it seems like the story is moving quick, but it's really not.
Another thing! Try not to think of the Lone Wanderer in this story. Brandon's personality is a little different. Brandon is a bit more outspoken than Daniel is in "Renewing a Nation."
Again, please leave a review. I always appreciate people who take the time to let me know what they think.