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Opening my eyes I see the roof of some building. Feels like I got a hangover "Fucking hell, what did I do last night" my body feels like a brick and mouth taste like blood. I feel someone pull me up, an old man with in worn clothes. "Whoa there, you shouldn't move too much." He calmly request, I try to not move around much. "Now, from what you just said, I'm guessing you've got a little memory loss there friend" He tells me.

I think for a second, I find many blanks in my memory. What I remember is that I am a courier for the Mojave Express, I remember how to use all kinds of weapons and that I was courier six. Everything even my name was gone. "Are you ok there?" The old man asks, as I grab my head in fear. "My name… I can't remember my name" I mutter out, followed by a headache. The pain in my head grew, a flash of memory occurred "The game was rigged from the start".

The old man began speaking "Your lucky your alive, you had a bullet jammed straight into you noggin". He hands me a mirror, my reflection shows me a young 20 year old man. "Yeah this is my face" despite my name (And a few other things) missing from my memory nothing else seems to be misplaced

"Now, what do we call you?" the old man asks me. I think on it "Call me Six, It's the closes thing to a name I remember"

The old man smiled slightly "You can call me Doc Mitchell" he extend his hand, and we shook hand and he helped me to my feet "How about you walk over to that vigour tester over there" Slightly unbalanced I walk over to the vigour tester, after a few steps my balance returned. Doc Mitchell stood next to me, "Let's take a look at the tester and see if you've have all your facilities back"

I placed my hand on the machines handle and stare as it sort out all different aspect about myself

Strength – 4 "Lightweight"

Perception – 5 "Wary Trout"

Endurance – 4 "Handle With Care"

Charisma – 7 "Diplomat"

Intelligence – 4 "Knuckle Head"

Agility – 5 "Under Control"

Luck – 10 "Two-Headed Coin Flip"

Doc Mitchell, who's looking from my side looks at me with a smile "With Luck like yours I'm surprise them bullets didn't just turn right around and climb back into the gun. Well how bout you walk over to that couch and well do a psychological evaluation"

I walk over into a type of lounge room, doc sat over from me on a small chair. "All right. I'm going to say a word and you say the first thing that comes to mind."

"Dog"

"Train"

"House"

"Shelter"

"Night"

"Shroud"

"Bandit"

"Swiss Cheese"

"Light"

"Inspiration"

"Mother"

"Regret"

After writing down all my answers he lifts his head "Okay. Now I've got a few statements. I want you to tell me how much they sound like something you'd say"

"First one. 'Conflict just ain't in my nature.'"

"No Opinion"

"Okay, next one 'I ain't giving to relying on others for support.'"

"I strongly disagree with that one"

"And there's nothing wrong with that. Now 'I'm always fixing to be the centre of attention.'"

"I going to disagree"

"''I'm slow to embrace new ideas'."

"I going to give no opinion there"

"'I charge in to deal with my problems head on.'"

"Yeah, I'll agree with that"

Doc looks over the notes he made through that process and then grabs out several cards with weird images on them

"Almost done here. What do you say you have a look at this? Tell me what you see."

I look at the image and decided that it looked like "A broken chain"

"Really? Well if that's what you see, then that's just what you see. How about this one?"

Taking off the first card I see the new card

"Doc, I'm a bit too embarrassed to say what it looks like"

"Alright, then try this one" He says showing the final card

Personally I felt like it looked like two bears high fiving but instead I say a more thought provoking line "A light in the darkness"

Doc placed the card back into a small folder and began speaking "And that's all she wrote. I don't have anything to compare it to so maybe you'd better just have a look at the results. See if it's all right to you"

Doc Mitchell passed me a slip showing the skills and numbers. Many of the numbers came up to 15 or 17 but three of them came up to 30, Repair, Science and Medicine. To me the numbers didn't seem to matter much but was accurate if to show that I am more of a backup sort of person

"I'm just going to need one more thing from you. I've got a form for you to fill out, just a formality, not like I expect you to have a family history of getting shot in the head"

A long list of what are called traits sat on the list

Down the list I see Loose Cannon, the description sounded like my exceptionally good throwing arm

And Wild Wasteland, this one I actually had since it was believed that all my times alone on the road lead me to find things that make others think I am crazy

"Alright that about does it, come with me I'll see you out" Doc Mitchell tells me standing up and walking over to the exit. I follow him right up to the door and he stops me.

"You may want this. We're about the same size. It just we don't want the locals to think that you have no sense of decency." He hands me a jumpsuit with a large 13 printed on the back of it. He also gives him a pip-boy a tool given to all those born in a vault "You might get more of a use out of this than me"

He straps the pip-boy to my arm, despite its bulky look, the metal was surprisingly lightweight. "So… Where should I go next?" I ask having no really idea of where I should go. Doc pointed out dropping down to the saloon down the road first and asking around.

I open the door, the blinding sunlight shine into my eyes. Dust blows past my figure and I take my first step back into the Mojave.

My new acquired pip-boy made a deep sound and printed the word, Goodsprings. I start to walk down the street as a robot rolled on one wheel down behind him.

"Well howdy there buddy!" It greets waving an arm

Turning to face him I say "How-Howdy" my voice was filled with uncertainty. I tensed up and made very odd looking wave.

"I'm Victor; I'm to one who pulled you out of that there graveyard" He says without a single change in his chipper tone

I was quick to connect the piece together. That guy who shot me was real, and he probably has already made his way back to where he came from. "Victor was it? Did you see a man in a fancy suit?"

"Yes sir. I saw him and what happened to you" His joyously chuckles out

I put a hand up with one finger up, "Wait… you're saying that you watched me get shot and did nothing. Nothing at all?"

Victor makes an action as if he was trying scratching his head "Well buddy, I didn't want to get myself shot up and have us both covered up by the sand"

Looking at the situation from that angle I can understand why Victor didn't interrupt the shooting

"Well I'll be off Victor" I say waving my hand as I walk towards the saloon. Victor waved as he rolled in the opposite direction

Starting to walk again, I cough a little, the hot sun beating down and the dust getting kicked up by the breeze. "Still a major bitch, eh Mojave?" I think aloud

I walked straight into the saloon, only a second inside a dog tried to attack me "Cheyenne, stay. Don't worry; she won't bite, not unless I tell her to"

"Ok, that's good to know, um… so Doc Mitchell said I should head down her" I explain

The women in front of me nodded her head and picked up a small rifle and placed it in my hands "I'm Sunny Smiles, how about I give some target practice"

I nodded as we went to the back of the saloon; behind the saloon was a fence with bottles lined up "Now try to shoot the bottles off with that rifle"

Lining up the shot I held my breath and fired off a shot toward one of the bottles. The bullet hit the side of the bottle and it flew into the one left of it "Holy shit!" I exclaimed

"That was either a lucky shot or your one hell of a gunman" Sunny laughed out. I crouched down, held my breath and took aim, I pulled the trigger and the bullet went dead centre of the bottle and shattered it completely

I dropped the rifle in disbelief "How the hell…" I stuttered, "That was a nice shot" Sunny told me, picking up the rifle. We walked back into the saloon and saw a dispute. A man dressed in a blue outfit with an armour vest on top was yelling at a woman wearing a simple dress

"This isn't over!" the man said as he walked off. The women walked back around the bar and started to clean the glasses. Sunny went around to the pool table and I took a seat at the bar "Hey there stranger" she said

"Hey, I'll take a cup of water" I said feeling the dryness of my throat. "New to Goodsprings?" she ask me

I gulp down the water in a single swing "More or less, I was the guy Doc Mitchell was working on all night"

She placed another drink in front of me "Well then drink up, names Trudy and here in Goodsprings we look after our own"

Taking the new drink in hand "Thanks, you can call me Six then" pouring another drink down my mouth I hear the sound of a door slamming open "Those bastards!"

A young woman, no older than 20 years old kicked opens the door and carried in a man who looked about 40. "Trudy, found another one" she said throwing the man across the bar top

"Hey! I just washed this; don't go throwing trash on my bar!" Despite Trudy's words she had a smile on her face and threw a beer to her "But how did it go Yang?"

The woman grabbed the beer and started to drink "Same as always! These bastards never learn" she yelled then let out a small belch "Ah, who's this guy"

Placing my cup down I turn my face to her "Nice to meet you, I'm Six" I say with a slight smile on my face. In an instance a blunt force hit the back of my head; some of my blood came out my mouth

The pistol that I got from Doc Mitchell, I took it out and turned to the person "V.A.T.S aiming system activated" a mechanical voice whispered

My arm moved on its own and fired a bullet at the man's leg, yelling in pain the man tries to fling his baseball bat at me again. Yang punched him hard enough to fling him away, "I thought that I knocked him out"

The man was just breathing "The Powder Gangers are gonna take over this town and kill the lot of you" he yelled on his last breath as he coughed up a large amount of blood

"God damn it, Pete grab the shovel we have to bury another one of these bastards" Trudy said the elderly man sitting in the corner who didn't react to the fighting "Alright, give me a moment. These old bones don't work like they use to"

I felt the back of my head; despite getting a hit that should have broken the skin my head didn't have a single injury. "Doc was right about my luck" first surviving a shot into the head and then taking no damage from a hit that should have left large amount of blood coming out my head.

"You ok there Six?" Trudy asked as she wiped my blood off the bar, "Yeah, but almost unnaturally so"

Trudy explained the situation with the Powder Ganger and how the town was suffering because of it. She also told me of the situation with the man named Ringo, and where I could find him. "And that what's happening here"

I took a second to comprehend the whole thing "That's not right" I mutter out. "Hey Trudy, I almost forgot to ask but did a guy in a checker suit come through here?"

"Yeah about two nights ago, had some khans with him. He went down the I-15 sometime later" Trudy told me trying to remember as much as she could. As much as I wanted to go after that bastard, I didn't want to leave this place without doing anything. I got out of my seat and walked outside and up the street

I thought if I see this Ringo person I could at least try to change the situation the town was in. Stepping into the gas station I see a man with a gun pointed at me "Don't take another step"

"Look, I'm not here to hurt you. I'm just here to talk" I place my hands up over my head, the man let out a relieved sigh, "Sorry about that, you never know a powder ganger is going to walk through that door. How about a game of caravan"

I shake my head at the offer "Sorry I don't have a deck, but I want to help you and the town out with the powder gangers"

"Well, that's good and all but I don't have caps to pay you with" He replied sitting in the corner

"I'm not doing this for the caps, I doing this because it's the right thing to do" I state with a resolve in my words

Ringo smiled at me and got back up "Well even if we tried to we'd need more than just us to take on the powder gangers. Talk to sunny at the saloon; I'm sure she would help us"

I nodded and spent to day running around to gather help. Like Ringo said Sunny would help us, I was able to convince Trudy to gather some of the townspeople to help. The prospector, Easy Pete, was not willing to hand over some dynamite but eventually gave in to my request. Chet who worked the general store was very dedicated to not joining the battle but Sunny was able to make him cooperate

I went to Doc Mitchell's house and asked him for some medical supplies and he gave me some bags of required tools and drugs for medical help. I started to get into a habit of recording the things I did in my pip-boy, it was very simple to do. The two people I wanted to talk to before the final preparations were Victor and Yang

"Hey, Victor" I yell catching him on his way back from the cemetery

"Well howdy partner, what's the good word?" he asked

I explain all the things I had done and asked him if he found anything from my gravesite "I did find these" he said taking out a brand cigarette. Most likely from the man in the checked suit "Thanks Victor. Also could I ask for your help in the gunfight with the powder gangers?"

Victor made a small chuckle and then stated "Of course, I'll be there as soon as I can"

With Victor helping out the rate of victory sky rocketed, and so I made my way to the place Trudy told me that Yang lived in. It was an old town house; the walls were cracked and had broken windows.

From outside I could hear a small amount of conversation through the walls. "Stay still, it's hard enough for me to figure out how to do this without you squirming around" the voice that sound like Yang said. Another voice then replied with "But it hard when it stings so much"

I knock on the door and open it slightly "Hey, Yang are you here?" I say in an awkward tone. Once inside I could see Yang on knelling on the ground with a doctor's bag next to her and a younger girl sitting on a couch with a wound on her leg. "Oh, it you" she states still focused on patching up the girls wound.

With the understanding of medicine that came with trekking the Mojave as a courier I quickly take over for Yang and quickly begin to patch up the girl's wound. "Bullet wound, probably from a small firearm. Did you take the bullet out already?" I ask her

"Yang did a bit ago" she told me as I grabbed a syringe of Med-X from the bag and injected her with it. Then I grabbed a stimpak to keep the blood going to her leg "If I close it up now, you should be fine quickly afterwards" I told her starting on putting the skin back together. Looking at her leg I could tell that the bone wasn't broken so she would be fine, but part of me wondered where she got a wound like this from

For a full half hour I sat down and did all I could to fix the girls leg, by the time I was done no one could tell she was shot there at all. "How's my handy work?" I ask as she gets up and runs around a bit

"Better than ever" she joyously announced. Yang looked to me and asked "How did you do that?" I replied with "Between what I learn while traveling across the Mojave and my natural luck, that was easy. But if I had gotten her later she wouldn't have a leg to stand on"

I start to do a few stretches and asked "So who is this girl anyway?" The girl clears her throat, "I'm Ruby! It's very nice to meet you!" She begins to shake my hand, I make a smile "I'm Six, it's very nice to meet you Ruby"

Yang walks over to us and then tells me "Six, Ruby is my sister. She's also a great sniper." Looking at both Ruby and Yang I saw little to no resemblance to each other but I just ignored it. "Oh Yang, we're preparing to fight the powder gang. Could you help out?" I ask, my voice sounding a little desperate

Yang placed her hand on her chin and then asked Ruby "Feel like kicking some powder gang ass?" Ruby nodded as she took out a sniper rifle and yelled "Oh yeah!"

"Thanks, I've got to go tell Ringo about everything" I say running out the door and back to the gas station

When I got back I found Ringo and Sunny playing a game of Caravan "Ringo. I got nearly everyone to help out"

"Alright, that's good. Sunny told me that the powder gang is about to get here" Ringo calm tells me

From outside the words 'They're here!' could be heard from outside

I look to Sunny and Ringo as they nodded and ran outside with their guns in hand. I pulled out my pistol and took a position for the ambush, a bit before the Joe Cobb and his group made it to the centre my pip-boy began to glow and show information

Vault-tec Auto Tageting System

We at Vault-Tech know that not everyone is a sharp shooter, so with this feature in your pip-boy you can shoot even the smallest speck of dust. So enjoy V.A.T.S to the fullest. To activate V.A.T.S be prepared to fight in anyway or use voice activation to trigger it anytime you see a target within vision. V.A.T.S will automatically show you the likeliness of successful shots and can change shots to more harmful and likely locations on the target.

I looked up as Joe Cobb and his group now stood in the middle of the ambush and yelled "Vats aiming." I feel the sensation of a thousand needles being shot into my arm, everything became slow but my arm took position as if nothing was different. Internally I believed that the pip-boy had some sort of drug or something that was slowing down my perception of time and allowing me to perform this feat.

I could already figure out the likeliness of getting a direct hit on anyone in the group and made a shot at each one of their heads before anyone could react. In an instance I felt all six bullets leave to gun and time moving as normal again, three of my bullets made direct strikes as the rest got overshadowed by the thousands of other bullets being shot. The men fell to the ground, covered in their own blood. Goodsprings had won the battle and everyone celebrated.

The saloon was filled all night as everyone was incredibly happy. I spent the most part of the night looking through my pip-boy for any other features in my pip-boy, after some time had passed Trudy asked me "So what are you going to do next? Go after the bastard who shot you?"

"Yeah, probably follow his path in the morning." I mutter with a half-hearted smile "But I hope things here stay happy"

Trudy placed some caps in front of me "You gonna need these if your taking on the Mojave"

I place them in my bag and leave the bar, Doc let me sleep on his couch for the night and in the morning everyone gathered to see me off. Now wearing some leather amour that Ringo was able to get before his caravan was attacked. "Thanks everyone, I'll come back someday" I yell just before I make the first step in my long journey

"Wait, we're coming with you" Yang yells as she and Ruby come out of the group in full combat armour. Part of me knew my journey wasn't going to be easy both another knew I couldn't talk them out of joining me.

The three of us started this journey and left Goodsprings behind. The next stop was Primm, the nearest city and place of the company that I work for the 'Mojave Express'

Wow, this opening chapter was long as hell. 3800 words by its self. But what will happen next?

What will Six, Ruby and Yang find in Primm? A perfectly running city, or a broken town of death

Edit note - Thanks to Bear of Cali who corrected a small mistake I made