The New Vegas Life.

AN: To my followers, Fallout New Vegas is awesome, it is nostalgic, and it took everything I loved about Fallout 3 and made it better. Everyone I present to you, the New Vegas Life.

A man in a large leather overcoat was walking down the ruined highway, on his back was a duffle bag and at his side a 9mm pistol.

His hair was short and brown, his face young and full of spirit, he looked to be at least 19, maybe younger. This was the courier of the Mojave Wasteland one of many who would go around the war torn landscape to deliver packages.

It was getting dark as he past near a town; perhaps he would take a short rest stop here before reaching his next destination to deliver a strange little package to the mysterious Mr. House.

"Hmm" He thought and he turned around, he saw 7 people in leather armor and each held their own different weapons the courier could recognize them as members of the Great Khans, who were a tribal like clan who fought like raiders.

The last person had a checkered business suit on, he smirked at the courier with his greased up hair and a lit ciggerett in his mouth

"Hello courier" The man said taking out the ciggertt to let out a breath of smoke, his voice smooth and sneaky, the courier kept his hand close to his side, ready to draw his gun in case things get rough.

"I believe you have something we want" The man said

"I'm sorry, unless you are Mr. House I can not give you the package" The courier said, his voice young and smooth.

"I wasn't requesting the package" The man said snapping his fingers and the Khans held their guns up

"Damn it" The courier said drawing his 9mm and squeezing off two shots, two shots made their mark shooting two of the men in the face, and with that he turned and ran dodging the bullets behind him, he knew he couldn't win like this so he had to run

"After him!" The man shouted and the Khans chased after the courier.

The Courier ran up a nearby hill and when he reached the top turned and fired two more shots from his pistol killing another Khan but he didn't notice in the dimming light a spear being thrown at him which nailed him in the shoulder knocking him to the ground.

The courier groaned in pain as the remaining men walked up the hill and the checkered suit man sighed and clicked his tounge

"Why is it always the hard way?" He asked snapping his fingers; one of the Khans kicked the courier in the head knocking him out.

"Come on we got a grave to dig" the checkered suit man said searching the courier's pockets, he smiled as he found what he was looking for, a small package, only a 6 inch box, and he watched as the Khans began to dig the shallow grave.

The courier came to about 30 minutes later, just in time to hear the checkered suited man give out an order to hold him up, at least enough to keep him on his knees

"Well courier, looks like your luck just ran out" The man said opening the box in front of the courier, he held up a platinum poker chip and smiled.

"Beautiful ain't it?" He said pocketing the item and pulling up his 9mm pistol, the courier could see it was a custom made one judging by the design.

"Come on let's just end this" One of the Khans said

"Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face, but I ain't a fink, dig?" the checkered suited man said to the Khan, he turned towards the courier and aimed the gun at his face

"You've made your last delivery, kid." The man said,. "Sorry you got twisted up in this scene…from where you're kneeling, it must seem like an eighteen karat run of bad luck. Truth is-"

The courier could see the man squeeze the trigger

"The game was rigged from the start."

All the courier could hear was a bang and all was black

War. War never changes. When atomic fire consumed the earth, those who survived did so in great, underground vaults. When they opened, their inhabitants set out across ruins of the old world to build new societies, establish new villages, form new tribes. As decades passed, what had been the American southwest united beneath the flag of the New California Republic, dedicated to old world values, democracy and the rule of law.

As the Republic grew, so did its needs. Scouts spread east, seeking territory and wealth, in the dry and merciless expanse of the Mojave Desert. They returned with tales of a city untouched by the warheads that had scorched the rest of the world and a great wall spanning the Colorado River. The NCR mobilized its army and set it east to occupy the Hoover Dam and restore it to working condition. But across the Colorado, another society had arisen under a different flag. A vast army of slaves, forged in the conquest of 86 tribes: Caesar's Legion. Four years have passed since the Republic held the Dam, just barely, against the Legion's onslaught. The Legion did not retreat. Across the River, they gathered strength. Campfires burned, training drums beat. Through it all, the New Vegas Strip has stayed open for business under the control of its mysterious overseer, Mr. House and his army of rehabilitated Tribals and police robots.

This is a courier, hired by the Mojave Express, to deliver a package to the New Vegas Strip. What seemed like a simple delivery job has taken a turn…for the worst.

"Ohh my head…."

"Oh you're up" an elderly voice said

The courier's vision was clouded but he soon gained focus to see an old man looking at him. He looked around the area and could see he was in some sort of house, and that he was on a bed.

"Where am I?" The courier asked rubbing his face

"Calm down, you had quite a mess, you remember your name?" The man asked calmly

The courier sat up on the bed and held the side of his head and thought for a moment

"Ean….my name is Ean" The courier said

"Ean, not quite the name I would have given you but if it's your name it's your name. My name is Doc Mitchell, and you're in Goodsprings, come let's get you out of bed, you been out for a couple of days now" Mitchell said helping Ean out of the bed.

"What happened?" Ean asked trying to remember how he got here

"You got shot in the head, good thing you got to me. Had to root around in your head to get out all the lead" Mitchell explained

Ean clutched his head and he remembered the moment where the checkered suit man pulled the trigger on him

"Let's get you over the Vigor Tester to make sure I fixed you up right" Mitchell said helping Ean walk over to the device.

After a brief moment of testing a few things Mitchell held his chin in thought

"Interesting with luck like that I'm surprised the bullet didn't just turn around and go right back into the gun" He said

"Well just to be on the safe side, let's make sure we get a couple of tests done to make sure you are feeling alright" Mitchell said sitting on his chair while Ean was sitting on the couch, and after a few minutes of questions and inkblot tests he concluded that Ean didn't suffer anything wrong with the wound though he was curious as to why he in the word assoiaction on the word mother, cookie jar.

"Come on I'll meet you out at the door" Mitchell said escorting Ean to the front door

"So who rescued me?" Ean asked

"Victor did, he lives here in Goodsprings and you might want to talk to him, he may be a little strange but he is very nice. Oh before I forget, I had to go through your stuff to make sure you didn't lose anything" Mitchell said handing Ean his duffle bag

"Where is the package?" Ean asked

"There wasn't a package, or anything for that matter" Mitchell said

"Damn it" Ean said quietly

"Here, I got something for you" Mitchell said heading into another room and coming out with a couple of items, one was a Vault uniform, but this one seemed to be modified to have more armor on it, on it Ean could see a large number 13 on it. He also saw an old 10mm pistol which looked like it seen a lot of action, and 5 stimpacks which were always useful for healing wounds. He also was given a small metal canteen with a 13 on it.

"These I got from a traveler, said that they belonged to a very important man, might as well give them to you to at least get you started" Mitchell said and Ean nodded and put on the suit, it fit him very well and he put the pistol at his side and the stimpacks in the duffle bag.

"Here I also want you to have this" He said handing Ean what looked like a small monitor on a glove

"This used to be my own Pip-Boy 3000, don't worry it still works, figured you might need it" Mitchell said

"Wait you're from a vault?" Ean asked before taking the glove

"Vault 21, it's a long story and I'm sure you want to get outside and get some fresh air" Mitchell said

Ean took the glove and put it on his hand, it fit him very well

"Thanks doctor for stitching me up" Ean said admiring the Pip-Boy

"My pleasure, just be more careful out there, oh and go see Sunny Smiles about helping you get back into the swing of things" Mitchell suggested as Ean opened the door and left

"Thanks" Ean said shutting the door behind him.

He looked around the area after focusing his eyes and he could see he was in a small community, about 10 small buildings, people working by tending plants and caring for the large bighorns which like the two headed Brahmin were domesticated animals.

"This seems like a nice place" Ean thought but then he saw something very odd, a robot, but unlike the protectrons or Mr. Gutsy or Handy models, this one looked like a giant T.V. Screen on one large wheel with two very large arms on the side. The T.V. screen had a picture of a cowboy's head displayed.

"Well that is very odd" Ean said out loud and the machine turned to the courier

"Well howdy pardner " The machine said holding its arm up like it was tipping a hat," Looks like you're as fit as a fiddle since I last found ya"

"Wait you're Victor?" Ean asked surprised

"Sure am, so how ya feeling?" Victor asked

"Uh good I guess, where did you find me?" Ean asked a little thrown off by the cheerful and western attitude of the robot

The robot pointed towards a nearby hill

"Found ya over there and brought you to Doc Mitchell, swell fellow ain't he" Victor said

"Uhh right, uh I've never seen a robot like you before, what are you?" Ean asked

"I'm a PDQ-88b Securitron" Victor said, "Mr. House keeps plenty of us to make sure the people don't get too carried away, what with the drinking and gambling"

"I see" Ean said turning to head to the Saloon

"Listen thanks again but I got to go" Ean said walking off leaving the Securitron behind

"What an odd robot" Ean thought walking past an old man in a wooden rocker and into the saloon where he saw a woman in leather armor handing a dog a treat, the dog turned to him and began to growl

"Cheyenne down" The woman said, "Sorry she doesn't bite unless I tell her too, you must be the man that Mitchell patched up" She said

"Yeah, I'm Ean" Ean said extending his hand

"Sunny" The woman said shaking his hand

"Right, well Mitchell told me that you could help me get back into the swing of things" Ean said

"Right, Mitchell talked to me while he took care of you, follow me out back" She said and Ean followed her outside to the back where he saw on a small fence multiple bottles of Sunset Sarsaparilla lined up for target practice, she handed him a small rifle and some ammo

"Try out my varmint rifle" Sunny said and Ean held the gun in his hands and shook his head

"I prefer side arms" He said holding up the 10mm pistol that was given to him

"Whatever floats your boat" Sunny said as Ean took aim at the bottles

He fired and nicked the first bottle but the second one was shattered into pieces, the third lost its top and the fourth must have gotten hit on the bottom because it flew into the air unbroken and landed near Cheyenne who began to growl at it

Ean reloaded the pistol and set it at his side

"Not bad, not bad at all, but you didn't come here to take down Sarsaparilla bottles, I'm going over to the watering hole to take care of some geckos, you in?" She asked

"Sure" Ean said and with that they ran south, Ean followed Sunny and Cheyenne to the water pumps but before they made it Sunny held her arm up and peered around the corner of the small rocky alcove and she nodded her head and turned back to Ean

"Three Geckos, small ones too, must be hatchlings" She said quietly

Ean held his pistol up ready to fight

"I'll let you handle this" Sunny said and Ean went low to the ground and sneaked close to the dog sized lizards.

He took aim with his pistol and fired twice, two of the geckos died before they knew they were shot, the third turned to Ean and let out what sounded like a soft shrill and charged at him but Ean shot right into its opened mouth killing it

Sunny clapped her hands as she walked to Ean and pulled out a pocket knife

"Let me skin them for you, the skins are worth a few caps, always good to have a few caps on you" She said quickly skinning the geckos, she handed Ean three small pelts who then put them in his duffle bag.

"Come on we got two more to go" She said and Ean followed her further down where they saw three more geckos, however these ones were slightly bigger and were huddled around the corpse of a coyote

"Get them" Sunny said taking aiming with her rifle, she fired on one of them instantly killing it, Ean fired three times and the bullets made their mark on the other two killing them.

"Great shooting Ean" Sunny said but then they heard a scream

"Help!" They heard, it was a woman and Ean ran to the cliff where a short ways down he saw a woman backing into the cliff wall by three large geckos

"Damn it no time to go around…." Ean thought, he jumped off and landed in between the woman and the geckos and winced in pain

"They make it seem so easy in the old films" Ean thought as he got up and aimed his gun at the geckos

"Back off" Ean said firing a shot at one of the geckos nailing it in the head

Another Gecko lunged at Ean and clamped its mouth on Ean's leg causing him to cry out in pain

The woman ran forward and slammed a cleaver she was carrying into the gecko's back prompting it to back away before Ean let out a quick shot to its face, he turned in time to see the last gecko run at him and jump into the air right at him, he didn't have time to fire but then the gecko's head burst into a bloody explosion and Ean and the woman turned to see Sunny holding the rifle and letting out a sigh of relief

"Just in time…." She said and the woman hugged Ean

"Oh thank you, I owe you my life" She said causing Ean to blush

"Uh no problem miss" Ean said a tad uncomfortable by the woman but he understood her actions, she nearly got killed by geckos so he forgave her for that

"Hey you know you shouldn't be here, at least not without a guard" Sunny said

"Sorry…I was looking for some plants for my salad…no your right" The woman said and she turned to Ean and handed him some bottles of water

"Here, for your troubles" She said running off back into town

"Nice going, here are some caps for your trouble, come on lets head back to the Saloon, Trudy would be mad if she didn't meet you" Sunny said and Ean nodded as he accepted the 50 caps

The duo walked back to town and were about to walk in when the door slammed open and a man in what looked like a blue uniform flew out landing on the ground

"No one touches my ass without my permission and gets away with it" said a female voice in a southern accent

"Damn it, first I got to deal with Ringo and now this bitch" The man muttered get back up and running off

"I'll be back, for your head and Ringo's!" The man called out running off, the duo turned to see a woman looking at them

The woman looked to be 5 foot 11 most likely in her late twenties possibly early thirties, her hair was dyed blue and it was cut short but still maintained a feminine look. Her armor was a dark brown with a few green parts on it, with two bandoliers across her chest. Her body seemed to remind Ean of a porn star, she had curves in all the right places, and a face that could easily make any man say yes to any request she asks. On her back was a varmint rifle but unlike Sunny's hers seemed to be modified with not only a scope but a silencer. She also had a 9mm pistol with an extended clip on it on her right side, as well as binoculars on her left side. On her head was a red beret and in her right hand was a bottle of vodka.

She looked at Ean for a moment and smirked

"Hey, names Tasha, what's yours?" She asked Ean in a sweet tone