"War does not determine who is right, only who is left"
They called him a lot of things: Agent of chaos, Mercenary, Restorer of faith and even "Real asshole sometimes".
He is known to many as the Courier, and most people don't know half of what he did.
He helped the NCR for a long time, people started accepting, and even liking him. He helped take down the fiercest of the Fiends, convinced the chief of NCR's Rangers to stop falsifying reports and so much more, he almost started believing in fighting for the NCR at the Dam.
He became a symbol of hope for the soldiers, until one day, he was declared a terrorist, they said he was "working against the NCR's interests".
The Courier hated people who stabbed him in his back, he swore to make whoever declared him an enemy of the NCR to regret their actions. And he did.
In a visit to the Dam to inspire his troops, President Kimball found out what he meant, the hard way.
After he said that last phrase on his speech as he walked towards his vertibird, he saw a paper duct taped to the vertibird.
No Gods, No Masters
Courier Six, the "enemy of the NCR"
The President didn't have a second to run after he read it. He simply looked at it and sighed.
A few days after that day, Boone said he just couldn't keep helping him. The Courier couldn't say he couldn't understand Boone's reasons. After all that time spent as a soldier for the NCR, some of that propaganda would have stuck in his brain.
He wasn't as merciful with Caesar. The man had done such horrible things, he didn't deserve to die quickly. Plus it would be more fun if he died slowly.
The Courier stopped for a second. Did i just think what i just did? As the Courier began having an easier time killing people, he had started worrying if he was becoming a psychopath. He was afraid how much that worry was becoming more and more realistic.
The day the Courier entered the Fort for the 2nd time, it was the last time he entered. He was determined on making the legionnaires suffer as they died. The shishkebab, incendiary grenade machine gun rounds, and a lot of poison had done the job quite nicely.
He and ED-E killed everybody but Caesar on the Fort. Then, they piled up all the bodies, set them ablaze, and crucified Caesar with a first seat view to the pile. After that, the Courier told the slaves, to do whatever they wished to do to Caesar, as long as they didn't kill him.
After that, they waited for Vulpes Inculta to arrive and paralysed him, and threw him alive into the fire.
They say the smoke from the fire could be seen from the Mojave Outpost.
With House, the Courier actually felt bad about having to kill him. He wasn't all that bad. Honestly, the Courier didn't want to kill him, but he had to die if the Courier wanted to rule Vegas.
When it was necessary, he just apologized to him, and killed him in the most quick and painless way he could.
After all these kills, he started being hunted more and more, by bounty hunters, hit squads and even assassins.
He also started becoming more and more efficient in his fighting techniques, having near perfect aim with his revolvers, and being very proficient with martial arts. He also started becoming more and more brutal in combat.
His companions started wondering who it was their friend was becoming, a monster? A soul tormented by the Wasteland's many horrors? Or someone doing what was necessary?
Whatever the Courier was, he had managed to unite every faction in the Mojave, peacefully. He promised free stay and protection in the Mojave as long as they helped it stay safe and peaceful (it was specially hard to convince the BoS and the Great Khans to stop raiding.
He also promised they wouldn't have to assimilate. They could keep their territory and identity. This pleased the BoS, Great Khans, and specially, the Boomers.
And after they helped him defeat the NCR and Caesar's Legion at the Dam, he kept his word.
To make sure he helped all the wasteland, he created a council composed of representatives from every settlement and faction, which was united every 2 months to discuss matters.
Under the Courier's leadership, the Mojave Wasteland prospered, eliminating the Fiends and Powder Gangers. Vegas also grew, with generous gifts from the Courier, Westside and Freeside passed from poor places to live in, to a safe, residential area with a designated police force.
The Followers of the Apocalipse, also grew, having at least a clinic in every settlement, with the Mormon Fort becoming a hospital.
The Courier had managed all this in 2 years.
Besides these great news, the Courier felt unsafe. There were rumors that NCR was preparing for an invasion. And so he left his post at the Lucky 38 to go check the NCR's borders and told Cass, Veronica and Arcade to take care of the place while he was gone. It shouldn't take too much anyway.
He brought a Gobi Campaign scout rifle, a Ranger Sequoia and his modified Ballistic fist.
When he looked at himself in the mirror, he didn't like what he saw. His body had changed from a beautiful muscular and scarred killing machine to a less agile and less muscular body that had a beer belly starting to show itself.
He had let his body fall out of shape, seriously.
Before, he enjoyed using Joshua Graham's armor, because of the freedom of movement it gave him. He felt it allowed him to be able to easily adapt to the situation.
Now he didn't even fit in the damn armor!
He just decided to wear his Desert Ranger combat armor instead. At least he was a bit more protected now.
An hour after he left Vegas, he realized how much he missed being out here in the middle of the Mojave, just him and the desert. He also realized how long it had been since he was last here.
Since he convinced Ulysses to not nuke anyone of the factions.
As he approached the Mojave Outpost, the most advanced NCR post, he started noticing the sheer amount of troops the NCR had deployed at the Mojave Outpost. Hundreds.
He found a nice ridge line and watched through his sniper scope.
At least 400 troopers, and about 100 Rangers. And there were trucks filled with full squads arriving every 15 minutes. There were some trucks refitted as infantry fighting vehicles, filled with machine guns. There were also 2 vertibirds, heavily armed.
They were definitely preparing for a full-scale invasion.
Behind him, he heard a few ravens flying away. All croaking, all at the same time. Someone must be behind me.
He looked behind him, he saw 10 veteran rangers running behind him. He panicked and fired his sniper rifle at them. One of the Rangers took two rounds to the chest, and fell dead. The one to his left took just a shot to the head. The rangers had hunting shotguns and started firing as soon as the Courier did.
Another ranger fell down with a shot to his gun first, then one to his head. And the last shot on the sniper missed.
As the Courier reloaded his gun, he got hit. What the.. they are firing beanbag rounds?
And after the first hit, the second, third and fourth came. The Courier started feeling more and more pained as the bean bags hit him at crazy speed.
Damn bean bags rounds.
One of the veterans closed in and tackled the Courier as he got hit in his helmet. The Ranger injected something into the Courier's arm.
The Courier started feeling dizzy and then just blacked out.
He woke up tied up sitting on a chair. The room he was in was dark and had no windows. In front of him was a door.
He tried moving, but only ended up falling of his chair.
He heard the door in front of him open. 2 Veteran Rangers and one normal Ranger entered, the Veterans armed with Riot shotguns, and the Ranger armed only with a Ranger Sequoia.
"Not the smartest move you have made is it?" the less armed ranger said. The Courier could have sworn he recognized the voice.
That Ranger tried to pull the Courier up from the ground, but as soon as he could, the Courier bit his arm with all the strength he could.
"AH, you fucker!" the Ranger grabbed the Courier's jaw, pushed it shut and picked the Courier and his chair up from the ground. Then he punched the Courier in the face, which made him fall to the side again.
"Remember to tie him to the chair too next time" the Ranger said, caressing the bit arm, as he was going to pick the Courier up.
"Not the smartest move you have made is it?" The Couldn't hold himself from quoting the ranger.
"For someone in the position you are in, you sure have a big mouth" The Ranger said.
"Please, you must think this is the first time I'm in this position" The Courier replied " And honestly, the second guys that did this, were doing a better job. They were smart enough to nail my chair to the ground. They just didn't feel as smart when they were hung on the statues and howitzers of the Dam itself."
" But since those guys didn't have you locked up in a military base made for the most dangerous enemies of the NCR"
"You flatter me" The Courier said
The Ranger just sighed.
"You are going to stay here the rest of your life and already being annoying, that's not much of a strategy to live long."
"If I really was going to stay in here until I died, I wouldn't really lose anything by dieing sooner, would I? Notice the 'if'.
"We will be sure to see that no harm comes your way, just so you can rot here and then rot in hell."
"I will be sure not to give you any extra troubles for that." The Courier said, grinning.
After that talk, they brought him to his cell, where they gave him his cell outfit. It reminded the Courier of the outfit he had been given by Elijah, in the Sierra Madre "Adventure". Remembering the Sierra Madre gave the Courier chills.
One of the few spots I promised myself from ever returning, no technology or caps in the whole world will ever make me return there!
That night, he had some trouble sleeping, he had started wondering whether he really could escape this base he was in. On the way to his cell, he had noticed how much that base he was in reminded him of the Vaults he had investigated before the Second Battle for the Dam. The Warden's office was on the second floor , with a window overlooking the Cells, in a way just like in the vaults, the Overseer's office had a window overlooking the Vault dwellers' homes.
And if this was a base built on a Vault, escape would be very hard.
It also meant he would not see the day of light until escaped this place. And after Vault 34 and Vault 11, the Courier has started to dislike being in enclosed spaces, specially Vaults, so this wont be fun.
He fell asleep thinking on how he would make every soldier in this base suffer a slow death as a revenge for this.
(A/N:First of all, thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed. Please give me some constructive criticism by reviewing!
Secondly, i dont know if the Courier is gonna end up with any lovers, lets see where the muse guides us to.
I also will be putting a quote featured in Fallout in the beggining of each chapter. This one is quoted by Wadsworth.)