A/n: Let's just hope this goes better than my Skyrim fanfiction.

The 188 trading post, mid-day and hot as shit, a Mercenary was laying down, his Rawhide cowboy hat slumped onto his face to keep the sun out of his eyes and showing the peak of his light-blue hair, his Duster coat and boots were... dusty and a half-drunken bottle of Vodka was standing up beside him, he looked at the time on his watch and jumped to his feet and started walking around with his bottle of Vodka in hand, before he was spoken to by a woman in robes

"No offense, but you look like you've traveled a long way down some bad roads. Where'd you come from?" she asked

"Well I'm from everywhere really, I'm kind of a wanderer" he replied

"I had a run-in with this group calling themselves the Brotherhood of Steel. Pretty strange bunch. Do you know anything about them?"

"Brotherhood of Steel? I've heard about them once or twice, honestly I have... some respect for them"

"Do you? That's a relief. I wasn't so sure, myself. Protecting people from technology seems like a big job for such a small group. Hey so where are you headed anyway?"

"The Strip"

"Ooo. Very exciting. Gonna strike it rich, huh?" the woman asked

"Actually I'm making a few deliveries"

"What kind of deliveries?"

the man un-did the zipper on his Duster coat showing the woman a dozen or so Holotapes

"I've always wanted to go to The Strip but it was always too dangerous for me, maybe we could travel together, help each other out."

...

The man pondered momentarily "... Alright, I guess it could be fun"

"Now you're talking. One thing you should know, first, though. I asked you about the Brotherhood because I'm one of them."

"I know" he said drinking

"B- but how?"

"That power glove you're wearing is hand-crafted, I couldn't have done better myself and I am good and... I've seen Brotherhood crafting this is similiar"

"You still okay bringing me along?"

"... Course" he said smiling "my Motorbike's just round the corner, come on" he said walking off round the corner with the woman following him

"I'm Veronica by the way" she said jumping on the back of his Motorbike

"Good for you" he said getting on himself "I'm The Martyr"

"The Martyr?"

"Yea, you know, one who suffers persecution and/or death refusing to renounce their beliefs... not the death part personally"

"You... suffered persecution? asked Veronica,

The Martyr started the engine and slipped on a pair of glasses "let's go" he shouted over the engine and sped off to the West.

...

It was early nightfall, The Martyr and Veronica were outside an NCR safehouse that The Martyr stayed the night once or twice, Veronica took the bed and The Martyr took the bare floor using his coat as a pillow, looking at the picture inside of a necklace he was wearing

"What's that?" asked Valerica yawning

"Oh... just someone I used to know"

"Were they important?"

"No, just... the love of my life"

"I- I'm sorry"

"Have you ever been in love?"

"Once, there was a woman, she was called-"

"Wait, wait, wait" The Martyr rudely interrupted "aren't same-sex relationships in the Brotherhood... not allowed?"

"More like... frowned upon, who was yours?"

"Goodnight" said The Martyr avoiding the question.

...

It was about six in the morning, Veronica woke up while The Martyr kept sleeping and made some... notes about him;

he looked as if he was peacefully sleeping, still wearing his Authority glasses,

he had a black T-shirt and fingerless leather gloves, jeans and black sneakers,

there was a bandage covering all of his right arm, it seemed tightly wrapped.

There was a loud bang and The Martyr shot up grabbing a .44 Revolver, they both saw a bullet had been shot through the window and someone shouted

"This is the NCR! you are staying at this safehouse illegally, come out or we will shoot!"

"NCR?! illegally?!" shouted Veronica "Is this normal for you?!"

"Well usually they don't catch me" said The Martyr slinging a bandolier over his right shoulder and picking up an Anti-material rifle

"Ok, ok, ok" said Veronica starting to panic "so... how are we going to fight them?"

"Oh, we're not going to fight them" said The Martyr replacing his Rawhide cowboy hat with a Sheriff's hat "how does this make me look?"

"We're not going to fight them... how?!" shouted Veronica

"Like this" he said putting on his coat and walking outside with the Anti-material rifle slumped over his back held in place by the bandolier and walked up to the seargeant

"Martyr, it's been a long time"

"Good to see you too, does this hat make me look good?" asked The Martyr

"You do know you're sleeping here illegally, not to mention the fact that you deserted us"

"I mean I don't know if white is my colour, plus it covers my hair, you always liked my hair, especially the tip as I recall sarge" he said mockingly raising an eyebrow

"Cut it out Martyr, you're going to do a little something for us"

"Look I don't know what shit my ex-comrades have told you but I don't take more than one guy... or girl at a time"

"No you idiot, I was thinking something a little more your... style."

A/n: Next time: REPCONN, also if you see any spelling mistakes feel free to point them out, not as if I have feelings or anything...