Author's Note: This story is going to focus on my courier character. There is a twist though. I've decided to add some original characters of mine alongside some extra quests and features that are not in the game. You could call it modding, but with the fanfiction instead of the game. Lastly, I've changed some mechanics that are not in the game. An example would be that Power Armor in the story works like it does in Fallout 4.

Updated 4/14/2018: First thing to address. I've combined chapter 2 and 3 which makes the new chapter 2. Second, I update the already existing chapters a lot since my writing improves over time. Third and lastly, most events in the story happens with one of my New Vegas playthrough. Unfortunately, my computer has always had problems running my modded New Vegas, so updates are just always going to be slow until I get a new computer.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me man!" the voice of an outraged male would echo throughout the dark wasteland. "I just bought this brahmin last week!" he complained before turning towards his companion who currently sat on a nearby rock with a dead body placed against it. Behind the companion laid a couple more lifeless corpses. The figure currently dressed in brown leather armor with a black baseball cap. There was a stitched up wound in between his hazel eyes which also ran up to his forehead. While remaining on the rock, he messed with an advanced looking device attached to his wrist. A gauntlet looking accessory with a cracked green screen. "Six. Help me out will ya?" the angered one suddenly requested.

Six, the man on the rock took his time to respond. After making the sound of a disappointing tsk, he stood. "Sorry Doc. I guess your little device wasn't able to last" he muttered to himself. The follow up of his comment was removing the gauntlet from his wrist and placing it in a sack. While Six took his time putting away his now broken device, his partner proceeded to loot the dead pack mule.

Six's tempered partner had on a gray sleeveless hoodie with pants in a darker shade. There was a kneepad on just his right knee attached to a holster for a 10mm submachine gun. Based on the look of the muscles on his arms, the man had above average strength. He had on a bloodied white bandana slightly hidden behind his long and messy dark brown hair. There was also a slashed scar on his right green eye which left a slit in the middle of his eyebrow.

"So what even is that thing anyways?" Six's partner whom crouched next to the dead cow asked. Six grabbed his sack and dragged it while walking towards his companion.

"Um," Six started. He had to think about how to answer the question since he himself didn't know much about the object. "The doctor from Goodspring claimed that he was from one of those vaults." He explained while crouching down and pulling off crates. Six then proceeded to push them away from the corpse. "He said it was called a Pipboy... I think." Six tried to grasp the memory. Remembering has been a hassle due to his very recent injury.

"Think you could salvage some parts from it Six?" the other wastelander asked.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Six responded with another question. Although the nickname didn't bother him much, he was just curious. The bulky man already knew Six's real name after all.

"Well," Six's partner stopped himself for a moment. He kept too long of a silence to answer the simple question which irritated Six. "Thought it would be a cool nickname for ya. Shorter than calling ya Courier Six" he'd finally finish.

"Why don't you call me Troy then? I definitely remember telling you my name back at the saloon" the courier reminded.

His partner laughed loudly. "I'mma just stick with Six."

Troy rolled his eyes. "Alright whatever. So what should we take?"

"We should travel lightly for a while" Troy's companion recommended. "For now, just grab all the ammo you could use, some food, and medical supplies. If you have enough room, grab expensive looking shit to sell." Troy would listen to the suggestion while looting. The other guy had finished early, so he'd set up a couple of sleeping bags while Troy continued to work.

Loud gunshots had woken Troy up, causing his ears to ring. What made it worse was the sun's glare that interrupted his vision, which was already blurry from immediately waking up. At first, he was ready to pull out his 9mm handgun and fire at will. Fortunately, the familiar outfit of his muscular companion stopped him.

"Why the fuck are you shooting up the place Griffon!?" Troy wailed.

"Sorry Six. Some coyotes tried to get the jump on us." The excuse was confirmed to be true when the sight of two dead beasts caught Troy's attention. Pools of blood stained the sand as Troy slowly scooted away from the corpses. "Come on now mate. Lets get ya up" Griffon extended his hand, offering Troy up from the sand. Troy didn't hesitate to accept the offer, so grabbed the hand and was quickly pulled up.

"So Primm, right?" Troy asked when standing up and dusting off his outfit. Griffon nodded with a quick and simple nod. He then started walking before Troy even got a hold of his sack. Troy started to run after his comrade who was currently reloading his 10mm submachine gun.

"So Six, how's your head?" Griffon asked. Troy didn't feel like responding, so he remained quiet. The pain was brutal alongside the memory that came with it. "Don't want to talk about it huh? That's aight. It's not everyday somebody survives a headshot." Griffon added on while holstering the 10mm weapon. He was attempting to urge the courier to let out some information, but Troy's thick-headed for a guy who got shot in the head.

After a long awkward silence, Troy would eventually let out a sigh. "Looking at the mirror and seeing the scar is gonna keep reminding me about that asshole" he referred to the man that shot him. The man's words would echo in this head. The game was rigged from the start. Troy couldn't help but scowl at the thought. He then realized that a question was left unanswered "Right, what did you ask again?."

Griffon would repeat himself. For some reason he had an annoyed look on his face. Perhaps he's hating the suspense.

"The dizziness is gonna stick around for a while" Troy answered. Immediately after his response, Troy had caught sight of their destination. "There it is man" he pointed at the town. The sight of a broken down roller coaster track was also visible. "By the way, there was this note that the Doc gave me back at Goodsprings" Troy said before pulling it out. Griffon leaned over to skim the words written onto it.

Griffon nodded. "Something bout a meetup, ya?" the bulky man assumed based off of what's written on it.

Troy Volk. This is your proof of our services. Do not lose it!
My men and I secured your supplies and are currently locating them to Primm.
There is a pile of rubble behind a building with the label 'Mojave Express.'
Search through the bricks and you will find a trap door which will lead to
a small bunker. A couple of my employees will meet with you there. If
the door happens to be locked, then expect the room to be unsupervised.
I don't want you to steal crap of course. Anyways, look for my two helpers
either gambling and drinking at the 'Vikki and Vance Casino' or occupying
a room in the 'Bison Steve' hotel. Thank you for selecting our services
Mr. Volk. We will keep your supplies safe and secured.
~ Lillian Kent, manager of Eagleheart's Storage Unit

"You purchased a storage unit?" Griffon asked before handing the note back to Troy.

"Apparently" Troy replied while grabbing his canteen to take a sip from. He unscrewed the lid and started drinking the entire bottle as they got closer to the town's front entrance. Troy thought it best to finish up the bottle's content now so he can fill it up while the two remain in Primm. "It's reassure to hear that I had more gear available to me other than what Doc gave me." Troy said after finishing his drink. He then quickly glanced over towards his companion. "So what brings you here?" Troy asked.

"It was supposed to me another stop for me. I figured since I already replenished some energy at Goodsprings, I'd just keep going" Griffon replied.

One week ago, Troy woke up at Goodsprings in a bed. The town's doctor, Doc Mitchell, had patched him up while the courier remained in a coma. When he came to, Troy couldn't remember anything but his name. Doc would tell him the events that unfolded which was very hard for Troy to process. According to the old man, a large blue robot that goes by the name Victor dug Troy out of his grave and brought him over to Doc.

Apparently Troy was still technically recovering, so Doc Mitchell advised the courier to go talk with the people at the saloon. Troy just needed to relax until he got back fully onto his feet. Of course, before leaving the house, Troy was given his gear back. Unfortunately all Troy had were simple clothing and an empty sack with a canteen bottle and a single note inside. Troy was able to put two and two together which helped him realize he was robbed. The Doc was generous though. The kind soul gave the poor courier some caps and a 9mm pistol with a single magazine. However, before Troy left, he was gifted one last thing. Some advance gauntlet called a PipBoy. It was a very neat device with many different utilities. A map of the Mojave, information about Troy's current health, a radio, and even notes about his inventory.

The old man was just absolutely too kind. Maybe the miracle Troy was gifted was the reason behind Doc's generosity. Troy didn't want the kindness to go to waste, so he helped out around the town a bit. It started out with meeting the robot that dug Troy out in the first place. Victor was a bit odd, but he was a nice machine. Apparently he came from New Vegas, but was sticking around for a while. Troy doesn't know why, but at the moment he didn't care to ask. The robot ended up wandering around the town after their farewell. Afterwards, Troy found himself helping the town guard, Sunny Smiles, and her hound companion, Cheyenne, clear out geckos from the town wells. During the assist, Sunny was willing to teach Troy a few things about survival. The courier was sure that he already knew most of the tips before losing his memories though. Either way, it didn't hurt to listen and learn.

After assisting the young guard, Troy encountered conflict within the saloon. The bartender and owner, Trudy, was in an argument with an African man with a blew long sleeved shirt and a black combat vest with the text NCRCF written on the back. The man ended up withdrawing after threatening everyone in the building. After the hostile man left, Trudy and Sunny explained to Troy about a gang called the Powder Gangers. There was a caravaneer by the name of Ringo who was hiding from the men.

Trudy told Troy Ringo's location, the town's abandoned gas station. Troy's first meeting with Ringo wasn't exactly subtle. Ringo's first action was to pull a gun out on Troy. Thankfully the asshole calmed down before discussing with Troy about the conflict. They played a game called caravan as they talked. Troy was terrible as they played, but then again he barely understood how the rules worked.

In the end, Troy offered his help. The two ended up pursuing Sunny Smiles who easily agreed to assist the two. The three then talked to several towns folk. The settlers being the main factors were Trudy, Doc Mitchell, the general store owner Chet, and a retired prospector who goes by the name of Easy Pete. Trudy helped out when the three came up with the plan of an ambush. She recruited most of the settlers into the fight and rallied them all up. Doc Mitchell, wanting everyone to be safe, gave up some medical supplies. Unfortunately he was too old to fight, which was understandable. Chet was a bit of a bitch, but he was convinced when the idea of his precious little store being ransacked came up. Basically, he gave everybody their own pair of leather armor, but in return he had to 'guard his store.' The little pussy. Lastly, there was Easy Pete who refused to give up his dynamite. Thankfully the old man ended up helping out during the firefight which would happen the next day.

Needless to say, the Powder Gangers got lit up. Everyone ambushed the fuckers from several directions. Easy Pete caused havoc when throwing his dynamite. Hell, Victor showed up out of nowhere and tanked most of the gang's bullets while suppressing fire. In the end there were little casualties, with only a small portion of the settlers receiving gunshot wounds. Nobody died though. Unfortunately the old Pip Boy was damaged. Doc Mitchell might have said that it was okay, but Troy still felt guilty. He decided to keep the broken machine just in case he can find somebody to fix it, or somehow repair it himself.

Troy stuck around and helped out a bit until he felt ready to get back into the wasteland. Three days ago, Griffon showed up and would take some time to relax. He and Troy befriended each other and decided to head to Primm together. After talking to Victor and everyone else about who ambushed him, Troy figured Primm was the next destination. Plus, based on his note, there were some useful shit he could pick up.

As the two approached the town, they noticed a soldier-like figure point a rifle at them. Troy quickly grabbed the grip of his 9mm to pull it out of his holster. However, Griffon grabbed his shoulder and shook his head when Troy looked back. When the stranger approached, Troy noticed the logo of a two headed bear on the tan chestplate. It was something very familiar with him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

"Hey, where the hell do you think you're going? Primm is off limits" the soldier fumed.

Troy opened his mouth to speak, but Griffon had beat him to it. "What happened here?"

"Some convicts from the prison up the road have taken over the town. Everyone inside is either dead or in hiding." Troy felt a bit uneasy after hearing that bit of information. He really wasn't wanting to deal with the Powder Gangers again. "What's more, there are two tribes of raiders causing trouble in this area as well. You'd be safer heading back up to Goodsprings."

"Thanks for the warning" Troy immediately responded. He already impatient. After all, he really wants to get more clues about the man who shot him.

"Be careful. You might want to talk to Lieutenant Hayes" the soldier suggested. "He's in a tent down the road. Just stay on the west side of the overpass if you don't want to get shot." Troy only nodded and started walking with Griffon following behind him.

"Ya wanna go speak to the officer?" Griffon asked.

"Fuck that" Troy replied. "We got other shit to do."

It didn't take long for the two get fired at by men armed with weak handguns and rifles. The biggest threat to the two were probably the sticks of dynamite occasionally thrown at them. Then again, there also was a lack of cover for the two. Thankfully Troy can think quickly even with that damaged head of his.

There was a building with the sign 'Mojave Express' attached to the top of it.

"Griffon over here!" Troy hollered. Griffon turned while suppressing fire. He immediately noticed the sign and ran towards his companion who was headed passed it, just like the instructions on the note said. There was a pile of rubble a dead body littered next to it. Troy quickly ran and crouched next to it. There was debris that covered his ass so he could search the bodies. When examining the corpses, Troy noticed the emblem of a wing attached to the leather jacket on the deceased man. There were some gunshot wounds which looked like it came from a shotgun. "Eagleheart?" he mumbled while finishing his search. Troy managed to find some ammunition that both Troy and Griffon can used.

Griffon eventually popped into cover besides Troy. "You aight?" he asked the courier.

"Yeah, give me a second" Troy replied while clearing out some rubble besides him. He couldn't help but smile when revealing a hatch from under all the pile of crap.

"Ain't that some reassuring shit" Griffon laughed. He then peeked out of his cover to fire a few shots at their assailants.

"Not exactly" Troy said as he frowned. There was a broken lock, causing the entrance to easily open. "Somebody broke in" Troy growled.

Griffon sighed. "I spoke too soon, eh? Let's head inside" Griffon suggested. Troy agreed with the bulky man before jumping in. Griffon followed afterwards, but made sure to close the hatch behind him.

"What the fuck is this!?" Troy lashed out. He was outraged to how empty the room was. All that was left were three more dead bodies, one with the same outfit, and a couple opened crates.

"Looks like ya got robbed" Griffon pointed out as he walked towards the bodies to investigate. Troy walked past his companion to check the crates.

"Oi Six. I got another note here. Well, two of them" Griffon informed.

"Well I got some grenades and ammo. Guess they couldn't take everything" Troy mentioned the good news. He quickly grabbed the supplies and turned to walk towards Griffon. He gifted the 10mm ammo to the submachine gunner, but would keep the rest. "Let me see the note" Troy requested.

Griffon gave the note he got from the Eagleheart body.

Dante and Jose, make sure to keep the products safe until our client arrives to retrieve it.
If two weeks pass without anybody retrieving their belongings, feel free to keep
whatever is inside. For now, relax and enjoy your time at Primm.
~ Lillian Kent

"Hmph. Well Dante and Jose are dead" Troy comments before crumpling the note into a ball and tossing it. "Can I see the other one?" he requested. Griffon nodded and offered the next note.

Alright asshole! I know that I've already given you and your men a debriefing,
but here's a note in case y'all dumbasses forget! You and the
others WILL help the convicts, Poser Gang, whatever the fuck they
call themselves. Anyways, help them take over Primm, take
whatever loot y'all can find and bring them to
Ivanpah race track. Don't be pussies with the buggers there!
~ Bossman Brice

"Ivanpah?" Troy looked over at Griffon with confusion.

"It's a dry lake. We should worry about that later though" Griffon informed.

The sound of the hatch opening startled the two. Suddenly a stick of dynamite dropped in front of the ladder followed the shutting of the door. Troy and Griffon looked at each other. "Use the bodies!" Griffon quickly ordered. They both grabbed the bodies and threw them on top explosive one by one. The two then ran away from the pile towards the end of the room. As their backs hugged the wall, the stick went boom, causing the bodies to fly a couple feet in several directions away from the explosion. The bottom body had a mangled gut while the middle probably had broken bones. The top seemed fine, but it definitely broke some of its skin.

"So... they probably think we're dead" Troy figured.

"Time to smoke em" Griffon responded.

So obviously this duo are two main characters. Due to their importance, I've decided to put down some of their stats. It'll also reveal a bit about them. Lastly, tagged skills are maxed out.

Troy Volk
Level: 3
S - 5
P - 7
E - 7
C - 5
I - 5
A - 8
L - 3
Tagged Skills
Unarmed
Sneak
Survival
Perks
Fast Shot
Rapid Reload

Griffon Crowley
Level: 4
S - 7
P - 5
E - 8
C - 6
I - 4
A - 5
L - 6
Tagged Skills
Explosives
Guns
Lockpick
Perks
Power Armor Training
Intense Training
Heave, Ho!