A Tale of the East

by FrAz316

With The Courier basking unwillingly in the light of his victory at Hoover Dam for the NCR, he is then pulled in by General Oliver into a world much more detached than his own... Please Review :D rated T for language and violence

1. A Preface to the Wasteland

I. Preface of the Wasteland

In the Mojave there are only two things that get you by, money and power. Money because it pandered to the greed of others, while quenching your own selfish desires, and power because the simple feeling of throwing your proverbial weight around provided a thrill like none other.

Paylor Thomas, now known across the Mojave as "The Courier" had no particular inkling for either of these privileges, preferring to wander rather than waste. However, with the Second Battle of Hoover Dam over and done with, the New California Republic managing to repel the scourge of the Legion back into the reaches of Colorado, he was in dire need of a break. A well deserved one, at that.

The Courier had been instrumental, the lynchpin that held the Republic together through the toughest of times. Hunting the elusive weasel known as Benny, the man who had left him for dead in exchange for the Platinum Chip, led him the New Vegas where he was then summoned by Mr House, the Lucky 38 casino's mysterious owner. Not many know what words were exchanged during their meeting, but on that day Paylor Thomas set out to do the right thing for the Mojave, the right thing for humanity, human, mutated or otherwise.

From that moment on, The Courier imprinted his legacy on the Wasteland. Bartering peace between the NCR and the Brotherhood of Steel is famed as his greatest achievement outside of the Battle, but even the security and odd jobs he provided to the lesser communities proved critical in defence of Hoover Dam in the end.

The Dam

Millions of pounds of concrete, water and manpower had gone into building it, while thousands of guns, ammunition, sandbags and soldiers had made it defendable. But it was still a target, the monument to the entire NCR's Mojave Campaign. Without the Dam, they would have no power, and no power meant the Legion would hold the land by the throat, knife blade ready to slit the throat of the Bear once and for all. Failure was not an option.

The Courier fought, repelled the soldiers wielding machetes in the night, calling for blood with hate writhing in their voices. Yet with all this fear mongering and force, they could not topple the mighty empire the Courier had build on. The Legion could not defeat the combined force of the Bear, the Khans, the Brotherhood and the Followers. As dawn set over the Mojave, it was a new day, and Caesar's forces were pushed all the way out of Denver, the NCR attacks plaguing and withering their supply lines until there was nothing left. The Legion was now a shell of its former self, and well out of the Mojave. So bright was the future, without the shadow of the bull.