Three men stand near a cactus. One is wearing a checkered shirt, smoking a cigarette, the other two were from the Great Kahns down from the Red Rock Canyon. They have a man tied up and on his knees...The courier awakens to find himself struggling to free himself from being bound.
"Look who's finally awake!" A voice calls out.
You, the courier, look up. He removes his cigar from his lips and blows.
"I know the Kahns wouldn't look at them in the face, dig?" The man in the checkered shirt says to the one on his right. He looks at the Courier and pulls his pistol out.
"Sorry you were dug up in this mess, kid, but the truth is...the game's rigged from the start."
Gunfire...
The courier awakens in a room. Sight is blurry...
"You're awake! How 'bout that..." A voice is heard next to you.
The courier looks left. A man...kinda elderly, but wise. The courier is confused and has questions filled within. Raising an eyebrow, Doc knows you're confused.
"I'm Doc Mitchell. Had been shot twice in your forehead. Let's see if I am missing something...Your name, can you tell me your name?"
The courier looks down, trying to remember his name. There was an awkward pause for a moment. He finally spoke. "I don't know..."
The doctor scratches his head and writes on a clipboard, mumbling. "Memory loss of his name..." He, then, looks at the puzzled courier. "Come with me. I guess there's no use of leaving you in bed now."
The courier gets on his feet, he realizes he is stripped from his gear. He follows the doctor to some weird-looking machine.
"Let's see your results." Doc Mitchell waits nearby.
The courier uses the slot-looking machine. His results are quite surprising for someone who got shot twice.
After the courier finishes his tests, Doc Mitchell gives him his gear and he asks the courier a curious question.
"Are you a...Ranger?"
Courier stops at his tracks and thinks. He wonders if the NCR even remembers having a ranger courier. After all, they did need someone to deliver.
"Well, yeah, I guess..."
"Wow, never thought I'd see the day of seeing one. I've heard stories about them. Anyway, I won't take much of your time, I'm sure you have things to do, ranger."
The courier walks out Doc Mitchell's home and walks off.
...
A robot is rolling down the road as the courier steps off Doc Mitchell's property. He walks up to him.
"Hey there, friend! How is ya?" The robot speaks as if he was a cowboy. Strange robot, the courier thought.
"Uh, hi, um-"
"Victor's my name. You look better from when I last dug you up!" The courier sensed happiness in his voice. "Six, may I ask, are you looking for Fancy Pants?"
Six...Is that his name? Nevermind. It seems better than having no name at all, yet it seems...interesting. "Yes. He's gonna pay for what he did to me!"
"I bet he's at the Vegas Strip. I can tell you're anxious to see him. I see the fire in your eyes." Victor states. "Courier Six takes on Fancy Pants! Come get your news!" Victor says to cheer up Six.
"You bet, Vic, you bet."
"Alrighty, Six. I know you have much to do to catch up with things...especially your package you're carrying-"
"I don't have the package anymore, it's stolen by Benny."
"Oh...well...Find him as soon as you can! I'll see ya at New Vegas." Victor rolls off.
Six sighs and looks at the sunset. Adventure begins today...