How The Dam Was Won
Tensions were building and the Courier knew that soon the figures of bull and bear would clash over the dam, the big one.
Cresting the hill, he peered down at Hoover Dam. It made one feel so insignificant to stand before the mighty dam, watching as two men, one in Roman red and another in military khaki strode towards the middle, their forces behind them grandly.
Creeping down the hill, the Courier wanted to get closer to the action, his trigger finger was itchy.
"Caesar!" General Lee Oliver called out. "Let's battle this out like gentlemen of old! Your choice!"
Bowing his head, Caesar conferred with his men, before stepping forward ever so, chin held level. "We choose…funk!"
The Courier jerked his chin back. "Funk?"
"And old method of battle." Arcade pointed out from his side. "This should be good. I heard General Oliver has game."
"Send out your best!" Caesar called out.
General Oliver ducked in among his ranks, before Lieutenant Gorobets was sent forth. He touched a thumb to the side of his nose calmly and sniffed. "Let's do this."
From out of the mass of red Dead Sea stepped forth. "Ladies first."
Twisting his first recon beret to the side, Gorobets sneered. "Drop me a beat."
From out of the speakers of the dam came a rumbling, before something unlike anything the Courier had ever heard came booming out.
Without any hesitation Gorobets dropped and began spinning and twisting on the ground.
"…the fuck?" The Courier demanded.
As the beat changed, Gorobets leapt to his feet and backed off, as Dead Sea began his own movements. He started with some jerky robotic-like manoeuvres, before moving smoothly into a flawless pop and lock.
Behind the men, the two factions screamed and cat called, booing their enemies.
"When does the shooting start?" The Courier asked.
"He's busting ill," Boone growled from the other side of the Courier, ignoring his question.
Veronica frowned delicately. "Dammit, you're right!"
As the two 'fighter's' retreated, Caesar stepped forward smugly.
Behind him some random Legion soldier shouted. "Is that all you got, Lee? Yo' momma had more game last night in my tent, skeet, skeet, skeet, son!"
From out of the ranks of the NCR Lieutenant Boyd stepped. "Game's not over, gayboys."
Vulpes Inculta was pushed to the front of the Legion, eyeing Boyd quietly. "Go on, impress me."
As the music started once more, Boyd began intricate hand movements before her face.
"Vogue, very nice…" Cass muttered.
"Old school, I like it." Raul added.
As Boyd moved into some more ground twists and such, the Courier scowled. "I hate this fucking place."
Vulpes Inculta was up suddenly. He remained still, head bowed.
Over the speakers a wolf howled, followed by some intense organ music.
"Yus!" Someone screamed joyously.
Shuffling forward, Vulpes twitched his head to the side, before flailing his clawed hands out dramatically right, then left. He slid backwards on feet that seemed to be moving forward, before spinning.
"No, seriously, I'm out of here." The Courier growled, pushing away from the scene, storming towards back towards New Vegas. "…dancing war…" Glancing back, he caught sight of Vulpes Inculta grabbing his crotch and pointing at something to his left. Turning back in disgust he came face to face with an NCR soldier blocking his exodus.
"Patrolling the Mojave-"
Placing his hand on the man's face, he pushed the soldier away roughly. "Shut up."