A young woman, born in a Primm took a normal courier job, her life was set traveling the
Mojave wasteland for many years until she got a simple job or what she thought would be
simple. She was shot in the head by the Head Chairman of the the Tops. Everything changed in
these two years after, She killed the Chairman in his own suite, she killed Cesar in his own
camp, she killed the founder of New Vegas, Mr. House and in the end she fought beside the New
California Republic winning them the Hoover Dam. She won the title of Hero of the NCR, the only
person to carry that title, she got the highest honor that the NCR could give to a non soldier.
Stories were told of the Hero, books writen and even comic books were made for this woman.
There was only one image of this woman with President Aaron Kimball, who she saved his life.
The short woman, dressed in NCR armor, with large sunglasses and a cowboy hat, shaking
hands with the President. Her short blond hair disheveled and her emotionless face looked back
to the camera. This image hangs on the Hoover Dam as a reminder that help comes from the
oddest places. Many illustrations where made of the Hero, but only the ones who worked beside
her knew who she was.

The Hero changed the lives of everyone she touched, she made friends and lost friends.
The undying love for the NCR caused her to lose friends, instead of destroying the Brotherhood
of Steel Bunker in Hidden Valley, she spared their lives like a goddess reaching to them, making
a truths and having them join with the NCR in the final battle of Hoover Dam. She met a wash out
sniper in her travels and helped him get over his loss of his dead wife and helped him enlist into
the NCR first recon. A young doctor of the Followers of the Apocalypse fought along side of her
and the NCR, along with the Enclave remnants, but after being found out of being a part of the
Enclave, he was kicked out of the Apocalypse and left all he knew behind. The ex owner of
Cassidy Caravans, fought along side with the Hero, helping strength the trade rodes for the NCR
and building new law for caravan traders. A ghoul was seen traveling with the Hero as he
followed her lead and became a hero to all the weak and helpless. The Vaquero stayed in the
area fighting off slavers and helping anyone, he became a ghostly figure in his prewar cowboy
outfit staying up his shack where the Hero would come a visit on her free time. A Nightkin who
traveled shortly with the Hero was seen regularly at Jacobstown and with the help of the Hero
was back on to her full dose of medicine that helped her move on from her past. The mechanical
dog got a new brain while traveling with the Hero, getting a fiend brain that made him movement
violate but a good protector for the King. Then there is EDE,
the odd eyebot that never left the
side of the Hero, it's saved files became helpful for the Followers of the Apocalypse and was a
helpful source to upgrade to the Poseidon Energy.

This is a story of the Hero, five years after the second war and final for the Hoover Dam.


It was a cool afternoon at Camp McCarran, it was the middle of fall though the heat of the
sun, rarely changed with the season, it beat down on the soldiers the cool breeze at least dried
the sweat off. In the front sniper tower sat two woman, one leaning forward on her sniper rifle
and the other leaned back on her chair, with her rifle on her lap. One with her hair in a tight blond
bun, huge sunglasses covering half her face and a ranger hat on her head. She held on to her
cigar tightly in between her lips as she looked at her companion.

"You get'n hungry, babe?" The other woman had chopped hair, she looked to her friend
as she moved her face away from her scope.

"How long til we're off?" The blond woman plays with her pipboy.

"30." She runs her fingers over the chipped metal of her pipboy, looking up she nods at
the direction of a group of soldiers. "Looks like a couple boys on leave." The other woman moves
her rifle from the railing and rest it on the side of her chair. Removing the red beret from her
head and wipes the sweat from her freshly shaved head.

"You can get down to the mess hall, I'll wait her til Spades gets here."

"You trust me alone in the mess hall with all the new boys?" She jokes as she shakes the
ash off her cigar. Her Companion turns to her and reaches her arm out, he fingertips touch
gently on the blonde's chin, making her grin.

"Everyone knows you're mine"

"Betsy.." She wanted to say something, but didn't finish it. "You going to be okay?"

"Hell yeah, it ain't nothing I did before." Betsy smiled at her, as she watched her lover
stand up out of the chair and put her sniper rifle on her back.

"Don't take too long." She said as she opened the door to the stairs.
As she walked down the stairs and remembered how Camp McCarran was the first time she
was here. She was just a Courier then, the area was small and full makeshift tents, now there is
trailers for soldiers to sleep in and they opened up the airport adding the mess hall and bunkers.

She made her way to the barracks where she slept and kept her pack. She removed her hat,
relieving the fading bullet scar where she was shot in the head only half a decade ago. Taking off
her sunglasses to adjust her eyes to the dark barracks as she rubbed her lush green eyes and
began removing her armored jacket when she heard something.

"Hey, Herrrrroooo." She knew that voice and she turned to the soldier.

"Christensen, you know my god damn name and it ain't Hero." Turning she looked to the
soldier with his spiked red hair and blushed face.

"Sorry, Hero, let me buy ya an apple to make it up to ya." Christensen watched the Hero
remove her jacket, relieving her white wife beater.

"Not until you call me by my fucking name." She noticed him looking, she shrugged and
dropped the dusty jacket on her bed.

"Fine, Laura I'll buy ya a beer too." He watched her put her hat and sunglasses back on,
then she followed behind him as they made their way to the mess hall. Laura took at seat at the
couch by the wall as she crossed her legs and kept a watchful eye on Christensen, who quickly
came back with some fruit and two cold beers, that was the nice thing about living in a camp, the
old refrigerators still worked. The ice cold drinks draped over his dirty hands as hesat on the
other end of the couch and passed her a beer and the fruit, even the fruit was cool, not as much
as the fosty glass bottle, but cooler than the wasteland. She wasted no time before popping open
the beer bottle and a swig before turning her attention back to him.

"So what do you want now?" She knew that the young crowd of soldiers only talked to her
when they wanted her to sign a book or tell them her bull shit war story. Hell the girl was getting
old, though people didn't say she looked it, of course they ignored the few wrinkles and saggy tits
because she was, as they called her the 'Hero' and just being called that made her roll her eyes.

Laura was creeping close to 40 years, which was a big number for woman in the wasteland and
from what she read, was a big number before the war. Still she didn't let that hold her back, she
could still outrun and out drink most of the new boys anytime, if it wasn't for that rioting tooth in
the back of her jaw she would have thought she was still 30. She kept herself healthy, if you
didn't count her heavy smoking habit, the woman was might not have the strength to fist with
anyone but the way she was with guns they'd have no chance to get close enough to pull a fist
on her, on the count that there be so many holes in their body.

"I don't want anything." He was lying, he had a tell he won't look in her eyes when said it,
the woman enjoyed playing with the kid, being some fresh faced 17 year old, she could have
sweared she could have played connect the dots with the zits on the kid's face. Christensen
flinched as she grabbed the apple, while she grinned evilly,

"Don't give me that shit, boy, spit it out." She bit into the apple with a loud crunch.

"Will, I am sure you know the guys from first recon are coming here on their leave..." He
hesitated "...And I told them that I was tight with the Hero." She looked at him, still crewing on the
apple, he couldn't see her eyes, but he could tell she was not happy.

"What do you mean by 'tight'?" She did air quotations as his face turned more red than
before, almost matching the red pus filled zits, she would have laughed but held her composure.

"It's not like we are fucking or anything" he fumbled with the beer in his hand. "I told them
you were like... my best friend."

"You want me to act like your girlfriend, right?" She knew what he wanted, he couldn't
hide it.

"You could, if... you don't mind."

"And what if My girlfriend comes in?"

"You think Betsy would mind?"

"What the fuck do you think?" She turned her body towards him and rested her arm on
the back of the couch.

"Can you at least say, you're my partner?" He meant his sniper partner, but she still didn't
like being called any one's partner.

"Fine, but keep your grubby mitts off me. You think I don't know what cha do in bunk, I
never met anyone who'd love himself so passionately" Laura bit back into her apple, when she
heard the group of boys come in, her eyes rolled over the faceless men, she had given up on
looking for her old companion, evey god damn bald man looked the same. Only one person
caught her eye, her lover, Betsy who followed the group of boys and yet stood out. Laura knew it
was through great young tits the girl had, who made the Hero pale in comparison to the woman
or so the woman thought. Besty was more than a few years younger than Laura, yet didn't have
the confidence that the high charisma Hero had.

With her beret in her hand, Betsy made a beeline to Laura, walking bull legged to the
couch and seating right in between Laura and Christensen. Making no remark to the man next to
her she turned to her lover and pressed her lips to the woman's thin lips.

"hmm... you taste like apple." She flirted with her lover as she licked her lips.

"That is one thing I taste like." One side of Laura's lip curled up after she said that, she
was good at keeping a straight face, but there was times where she really had to push away a
smile. Christensen moved uncomfortably on the couch, trying to get Betsy to notice him.

"You guys going on leave too?" his voice was unsure and with Betsy still not looking at
him, he doubted he would get a reply. Times like this was normal, the public display of affection
and of course Christensen being ignored by the two woman or any woman; Laura motioned her
head to Christensen trying to get Betsy to turn toward him.

"Ah, didn't see you there little guy. Yeah we're hitting the strip." Betsy turned to him and
watched him over her shoulder, when her eyes widen like a light bald went off in her head. "you
know what, I should invite the boys."
Betsy was a regular at Gomorrah and when she normally brought a big enough group of
soldiers she would get a discount. In a sense, she was one of the boys; not having many female
friends other than the ones she bedded and must of the time she had a tendency to scare a big
group of woman away, in fact Laura remembers the first time she met Betsy, some odd years
ago, Betsy told her she was grade A poon. Not the best pick up like, but a few years later Laura
came back and Betsy asked her out and they have been stuck together since.

Betsy stood up and walked up to the table with the first recon boys, "Hey guys, so my old
lady and I are going up to Gomorrah tomorrow, if ya want to join us." The boys sat quiet until one
of them ask

"Who's your old lady?"

"The fucking Hero of the NCR, that's who." Laura kept her head down, she hated being
call the Hero let alone being called someone's old lady. She felt their eyes on her and she lifted
her head to see them looking at her, she waved half heartedly to the boys.

"That's the Hero? She doesn't look like much." A familiar voice said, Laura looked to who
said it and then realized it was the old companion. She stood up and felt the rush of being the
certain of attention, which was something she didn't like being, grabbing a chair, she sat across
from her old companion, as she brained stormed a comeback.

"May not look like much, but enough to save your ass more than a few times." Not the
best comeback, but it worked, she pulled off her sunglasses and leaned back. "your style hasn't
changed in what, the last five years." she remembered the first time she met him, wearing the
same white shirt and cargo pants and he never took off his fucking beret, but now he was all in
soldier wear looking fancy but still the fucking beret. Laura thought it was funny that the girl she
was dating was almost the same way with her beret, she guessed it was a first recon kinda
thing, just like how she was with her sunglasses.

"And how has great Hero of the NCR?"

"Kicking ass and taking names, same old shit, same old shit, and what about you old
man?" She enjoyed calling him old man, cause he was one of the few people older than her and
that won't kick her ass for calling them that. Laura felt a little more at ease when she felt the eyes
of the soldiers move away from her and back to Betscy whe she heard talk in the background.

"Wait you know each other?" A weak voice from the teenager that sat next to Craig said.

"Yup,I got this old man back in the NCR, without me kid, he'd still be at that shitly hotel
moping." She taut him as she took off her hat.

"And I knew her when she fucked men." they taut each other, it was obvious that they had
spent years traveling with each other, but the young teenager still didn't understand.

"What?" The teenager made a look like he was trying to put a puzzle together.

"How old are you, boy." Laura turned her attention to him.

"18, sir been in the first recon for a month, sir." He saluted her and she waved the statue
off along with him calling her sir.

"I ain't a god damn soldier, boy, put your hand down." She shifted in her chair and pulled
out a pack of cigarettes, she put one in her mouth and lit it, she left the pack on the table to share
with the men she sat with.

"And what's your name?" The smoke came out of her mouth as she said this.

"Miller, sir." He grabbed for a cigarette as he fumbled with the lighter.

"You smoke?" Craig looked to his partner who was messing with the lighter still. Then
with a quick grip, he took the light from the teenager's hand and flanked it on. He lit Miller's
cigarette and then lit his own.

"Hell... if the Hero smokes... I smoke too." He coughed out the words, which made the
other two laugh a puff of smoke out.

"I ain't a god damn saint and I ain't a hero, specially if I get little boys to start smoking."
Laura looked to the young boy, he had this dark haired mohawk hidden under his red beret.
Betsy put her hands on Laura's shoulder making Laura almost jump, she turned to her left side,

Betsy came close to her head first with a deep kiss. Their tongues met and caressing each
other, her hand ran down the Hero's neck, landing softly on the strap of her white tank top. Laura
moved her head back and away from the heavy kiss, surprised by her girlfriend's boldness.
Betsy's eye met the boy's eye, seeming to say 'stay away, she's mine'. Miller's mouth was
agape from the woman's deep kiss, when Craig kicked his companion's boot, with his own,
kicking him back into reality.

"I am going to take a shower." Betsy said as she gave Laura a look that sensed to melt
her knees.

"Duty calls." Laura stood up and nodded to the boys, leaving behind her pack of smokes
and the boys to wonder what would happen next.

"I think I need a cold shower." Miller joked breaking the silence.

"Miller, respect your elders and your heroes." Something Craig would never say in front of
his old companion, still they sat there in shock or wondering about the... shower.

"Boone... you never..." Miller hesitated

"No... I was a hired gun, nothing more." He looked to his companion watching a bead of
sweat drop from Miller's forehead. Miller looked at the table after the woman were out of sight,
noticing that the Hero left her hat and sunglasses there.

"Bet you want to be her hired gun again." Miller said suggestively, Craig replied with rough
but not painful punch on the teenager's shoulder.