To the world around her, Iris was just another Mojave tragedy. Just some poor courier that was in the wrong place at the wrong time, a victim of misfortune, to the daisy boy in the checkered coat, she was the one thing standing between him and taking vegas.

The man in the daisy coat turned his attention to the courier that was tied and kneeling at his feet. In someway he felt bad about having to do what he was about to do but to get a delicious deathclaw omelette you had to scramble some deathclaws and limbs.

The Daisy boy chuckled as the courier groaned and started to regain consciousness, her inhumanly but oddly beautiful emerald green and white blue colored eyes struggled to focus on him.

Daisy boy waited the dual colored eyed courier was able to see straight before speaking.

"It's time to cash out." He said plainly, One of the Khans behind him sighed.

"Just get it over with." Daisy boy looked away from the courier,

"Khans may kill people without looking them in the eye, but I ain't a fink, dig?" Daisy boy sighed and turned his attention to the courier once again, pulling out an oversized Platinum chip from his breast pocket.

"You've made your last delivery kid." Slowly the Chip is replaced by a extravagant gold and ivory embellished 9MM.

"Sorry you had to get twisted up in this scene…" There was some truth to his words and maybe even a flash of remorse but it was too faint to tell.

With a sigh the daisy boy pointed his flashy gun at the couriers head, despite having a gun in her face, she didn't even scream or beg for him to not to kill her.

"From where you're kneeling this must be an 18 karat run of bad luck...Truth is the game was rigged from start." and with that the couriers world goes dark….

3 days later….

An elderly man sits in front of a bed in which a courier pulled from death lies on, some would think he was praying. But to those who knew the man, they knew that he was waiting.

With a cough from the courier, his waiting was over.

"Well look at that you're awake." The confused and dazed courier attempts to sit up, the world spins around, and she clutches her throbbing head.

"Easy there, you've been out cold for quite sometime." The courier squints, and shakes her head.

The Elderly man hand s the courier a glass of water, which she readily accepts.

Noticeable Pennsylvanian accent is very present.

"Hey there, I'm doc mitchell, welcome to Goodsprings, DO you think you can give me your name?"

The girl nods,

"Iris." Is all she says, taking another sip of water.

Now I take pride in my work but I had to go rooting around in that pretty little noggin of yours to pull the lead out. Take a look in this here mirror and see if anythings out of place."

"It would do me no good. I can't see, I need my glasses." Doc Mitchell smiles and reaches beside him and hands the courier her glasses and the mirror.

The courier recognizes the face that stares back, the wide dual colored eyes. The long and thin nose, the naturally full pouty lips, the classic heart shaped face and mile long thick eyelashes and her trademark electric purple pixie cut hair.

She knows her face too well, the face of the brotherhood of steel, but she doesn't say that out loud.

"That's me, at least it think it is." She says as she hands back the mirror.

"Good now, I saw your tattoo of your people on you, I don't wanna to pry but I'm just askin you please don't drag this little town into anything, okay? I won't tell no one, it ain't up to me to tell but Now let's go test out your facilities, see what's there and what's not." Iris sighs a breath of relief and with aid, walks out to the living room.

After around of 20 questions, Doc mitchell leads the purple haired mystery to the door,

"Here take this, it's a pip-boy, it's no use to me and I know you're kind are all about technology. Aside from the glasses, some eyeliner and an orange uniform you didn't have much more on you beside this receipt and some caps. Here take this it's my wife's vault suit, she never wore it once we left the vault."

Iris slides into the suit, her petite 5'3 frame is swimming in the suit, the doctor attempts to stifle a chuckle but fails.

"Here, let's roll up the sleeves, Your boots are right there. I'm sure Chet over at the general store will have something for you."

"What happened to my uniform and Holotags? I had it on under my armor…" Iris says in an almost panic.

"I have it, but it's rather a little dirty, I can grab it if you like and I'm sorry but there was no holotag doll." Her heart sinks, and she feels like vomiting.

'If it wouldn't be too much trouble."

The doctor simple nods and disappears, Iris looks down at the receipt and reads it before logging it into her Pip-boy.

"Here you go…" Doc mitchell hands her the orange uniform as he trails off his sentence as if unsure on how to finish his sentence.

"Knight...I think. I might have been a Paladin." Iris frowns

"Go talk to Sunny Smiles over at the Saloon she could help you get on your feet."

Iris smiles and nods,

"Thanks for patching me up doc, I appreciate it. I'll keep you in mind incase I get shot again going after Benny."

"Why?" I'm not gonna talk you out of it but I'm just curious."

"THat bastard tried to kill me, and took a part of me!To take a soldier's tags is took steal a part of them, and no one steals from me or the Brotherhood and lives." Bitterness and pride ebb into the Knight's voice.

"That's understandable now, but be sure to take care of yourself." She nods and heads out back into the Mojave.