A/N: HELLO EVERYONE! I am back! Yeah after having beaten Fallout New Vegas and helping several of my friends with their own Fallout stories. I decided give a hand for the game series. Now if you wish for more further information regarding these characters I have created in this Oneshot, I have created drawings of them with their information on DeviantART under the account name Canderou. Basic information to know it has been roughly one year since the Second Battle of Hoover Dam with the NCR winning the battle thanks to the efforts of the Courier and her companions, of course as you may expected... It was a costly victory at best, still with the NCR now getting a President months after the battle who is doing his very best fix the issues the NCR has place itself in, peace is starting settle in the Mojave. Of course as a traveler and adventurer the Courier is... Where one story ends, another begins.
I don't own Fallout New Vegas or it's characters, just OCs. Big shout outs to Jacob Sailer, Desert Dancer, PaladinDelta, Farazzak, Alexeij, Words Dance, Pro Assassin, IamtheAble, perfectzero89, 1116, Alternative NonFiction, CynicSun92, RogueWarden, The Iron Bull, and Solivore. I thank them for their input and help in this story, if you are up for good Fallout stories, read theirs. Trust me, they are very good.
"... Well shit, to think this is probably gonna be the last time I see this place." A woman's voice said as a tall figure in an armored Vault Suit with the bright yellow numbers of 21; it's zipper open just enough to give a nice view of her cleavage. She stood over what appeared to be a dug up grave.
The woman was dark skinned, her blonde hair kept long on her right while the left was shaved. She appeared to be in her early twenties: very beautiful with yellow eyes that seemed almost like fire. But the most eye catching thing of her face... were two scars on her left forehead from a pair of gunshot.
This was the Courier: the hero of the Mojave Wasteland. The young woman had started as a lonely Courier before becoming a hero to the people of the Mojave Wasteland; stopping Caesar's Legion at Hoover Dam, and helping to drive them out of the Mojave.
'Can't fucking believe it's been a year since that shitstorm.' One year. It'd been one year since she was caught up in the big showdown between the three factions: The NCR, Caesar's Legion, and Robert House. That was not fun whatsoever to get involved in.
Still... Better than to have those Legion fuckers controlling the Mojave. "So this the grave that Benny fucker left you in? Shit just another reason be glad he's dead." Six's attention was turn away from her 'grave' to address the California accent that came from behind her. "Yeah and so was burning that God damn ugly suit of he's, who the fucking hell wears a checked jacket like that out here?" There was chuckling that followed after that.
Coming in view was a rather attractive red hair woman wearing what could be described as a cowgirl outfit: brown jacket, blue jeans that hugged her curvy legs, and a cowboy rattan hat. She appeared to be in her 30s or so: light blue eyes, slightly blush cheeks, and fair skin. "So where are the others Cass?" Asked Courier Six as she took out her trusty Vault 13 canteen.
Rose of Sharon Cassidy or better referred to as Cass. Former owner of Cassidy Caravans, now one of Courier Six's closet friends. "Eh, saw John talking with Doc Mitchell about something. Janna, think I saw her with Roxie hunting some Geckos with Sunny, guess she got bored." She took a sip from her whiskey, taking her Six's side over the grave. She looked hard on it, her eyes taking in every detail of it, "Still makes you think, doesn't it? Knowing you should've technically die here." Thankfully that didn't happen, Cass wouldn't be sure where she'd be without Six, probably drinking herself to death from grief.
Six smirked. "Guess I'm too much for Death, God knows how many times I been close to he's doorstep." Yeah, far too many from the places she'd traveled. Places like the Sierra Madre, Big MT... The Divide. All would have had killed any normal person... Good thing she wasn't normal by any means. "So, you're sure you still want come with us to East? Still got time when you have the chance." Her yellow eyes looked to Cass's blue eyes at this.
Yeah, the Mojave Wasteland had come to be like a home to her, truly it had... But it was becoming kinda boring now that the NCR were regaining strength in their hold here and making it much safer. With the NCR's new President, Michael Tandi, Six could safety say the NCR now had a chance to survive and even grow into something greater. Still, that was only for now, history would decide that.
"What? You trying to get rid of me? Fuck that, you know I ain't one for soft living, Six, and by the sounds of things in the East, it certainly sounds like it's got adventure there. Besides, might as well see the place where John was born and raised in." Ah yes Courier Six's lover, John Watsman: an adventurer from out East, the Capital Wasteland to be exact.
That young man has been... a God sent to Six, what with all the things he'd done for her. "Yeah, might as well see those places, walked all of the West so might as well walk the East." Even if she did not remember walking these places, not fully anyway. She knew at the very least she had. Ulysses never did struck her as someone who would lie.
Suddenly, their conversion was interrupted when footsteps started coming their way. "Sorry to interrupt, ladies, but we're all set if you're ready to go." A young man's voice said to them, making Six smile wide. "Eh, we were wrapping things up anyway hun." Coming over to them were two people with a Cyborg dog and what appear be an Enclave Eyebot flying over to them.
The first one, the young man that'd addressed them, looked to be 20 or so: wearing what would be mistaken for NCR Veteran Ranger armor if it wasn't for its camo colors. He was pale skinned with short messy black hair, dark green hazel eyes with a scar down his left and another on his right cheek to which looked as though the flesh had been ripped off and never healed properly. This was John Watsman: adventurer and traveler from the Capital Wasteland, self proclaimed hero of Hoover Dam like Courier Six, and her lover.
She was tanned skin with a scar traveling across her right eye, and long red braided hair. She was beautiful, but she almost a look that told you to 'back off or I'll make you do so.' And her purple eyes, while pretty, held almost a cold look to them. "Yeah, he did Janna, he did, no matter how much he try make it sound like it was for the greater good." This was Janna Kallo: former NCR Ranger, retired technically, also lover to John Watsman.
"So this is it? We're leaving the Mojave, possibly for good?" Cass crossed her arms as she looked at everyone at the graveyard.
This was all that was left of the group that once traveled with the Courier a year ago, the others either unfortunately were killed or went their separate ways.
Veronica Santangelo had become the new Elder of the Mojave Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel after Elder McNamara and Head Paladin Hardin were killed at Hoover Dam, leaving only her to become the new Elder. Some had heavily disagreements but her leadership had helped make the Brotherhood presence in the Mojave stronger, and become one of the first to sign an official truce with the NCR; helping build a brighter future for them.
Craig Boone reenlisted with First Recon after the Battle of Hoover Dam, the words and advise given by both Courier Six and John Watsman helping him finally come to terms with what happened at Bitter Springs and to Carla. Though his regrets remained in his thoughts, they coalesced into a purpose, and Boone embraced it. Soon there were a lot fewer Slavers in the Wasteland. Anyone smart either choose to stay in hiding or leave the Wasteland, knowing full well Boone would kill them without mercy whenever on leave.
Lily was killed at the Battle, dying from wounds against several of the Legionary Veterans and taking a blast from a frag grenade to save Courier Six and the others. Her death had inspired acts of heroism from Super Mutants everywhere, choosing to live by the example of her own deeds in her travels with the Courier, and left quite the impression on the Humans who remembered her in the travels who been touch by her gentle nature.
Arcade Gannon, while having mix feelings regarding the NCR taking control of the Mojave Wasteland, was glad though that thanks to Courier Six places like Freeside, New Vegas, Primm, Goodsprings, and Westside would remain independent and be under-going rebuilding thanks to the Securitrons left by Robert House. He tended to the sick of Freeside for several months before he left for NCR territory, last Six heard that he had become a Teacher with the rest of the Followers there.
Invigorated by his travels with the Courier, Raul Tejada once more took up his guns in memory of his lost Rafaela. Soon after, the Mojave was filled with tales of the ghost-vaquero who hunted down those who prey on the weak, even joining up with Boone's hunt for slavers occasionally.
Rex, now with his mind being melded with that of Old Ray's memories of his long travels with Old Lady Gibson, and having puppies with Roxie, continued to serve alongside the King faithfully as he ruled over New Vegas after Courier Six left him in charge; reforming both Freeside and New Vegas into one.
They'd been great times when they all travelled together: fighting those who threatened peace and justice, discovering new things, seeing what the Mojave had to offer, those had been truly great times. "Yeah, we are, though not for good since we'll likely come back after a long adventure in the East. Now with the Legion tearing themselves apart in their civil war, I think it's only a matter of time before the NCR finally decides to mop them up." Courier Six embraced both John and Janna in a tight group hug, John returning it while Janna simply grunted, but did eventually hug John.
"So, let's get the show on the road, and get into the truck!" She started heading into the direction where they had parked their mobile truck in Goodsprings, before whispering into John and Janna's ears: "And maybe we can test just how strong the bed is for the three of us?" Janna rolled her eyes while John smirked a little, "We'll see Six, we'll see." Roxie barked as she followed the three.
ED-E remained with Cass for a moment, turning to face her as the Eyebot beeped at her. "Yeah yeah, let's get going. Though, let's hope Six doesn't freaking bring the vodka into their threesone affair." It was never good when brought that out, just meant they're gonna go at it for a while.
Still, as she walked down from the Graveyard to where they'd parked the big truck, she thought over everything they had been through, all the things that was said and done; the good and the bad. '... Gonna miss this fucking desert.' Yeah, she would, even she had come to consider it as home.
Still... Might as well see what the East had to offer them. And who knows? Might just end up being as fun as they'd done here. "Come on Cass! Hurry your sexy ass up! Hell, I might even let you in on tonight with John and Janna!" Yelled Six as she looked back at Cass.
That did not set well with a certain Russian in the group. "Ibo dazhe ne dumay ob etom Shest!" Yelled Janna as Cass laughed back as she made it down.
Who knows... Maybe she will take up that offer, John is quite the guy afterall...