Project New Leaf

A/N: Howdy! This is my first attempt at fanfiction. Please, leave tips and advice for me. I would greatly appreciate it. This was originally uploaded into three separate chapters, but they were much too short. This chapter is for some info on Christy, my Courier. The first log is a narrator, then Christy's journal, then a soldier's report, and then a narrator.

Chapter 1

10.19.81-

Project Purity, thanks to the sacrifice of the Lone Wanderer, has been completed. Fresh, clean water is being distributed by the Brotherhood of Steel and Rivet City Security to the citizens of the capital wasteland. It seemed too good to be true.

Shortly after a treaty joining Rivet City and the Brotherhood of Steel, an alliance between the two forces formed, known as the Purity League. This alliance was created to unite and civilize the Capital Wasteland, and then, the entire U.S.

The PL provided food, protection, water, and shelter for its citizens. In return, the citizen must pay PL taxes, and must abide by PL laws. Those who refused to obey met misfortune. Their food supplies would be mysteriously cut off. Their water had somehow become dirtier. These people were under an invisible siege until they submitted to the Purity League, then their disasters halted.

Despite these sudden, enigmatic situations, people of the Wasteland trusted the PL. They loved the PL. The citizens of the League looked forward to the inevitable peace the League would bring. Many wanderers devoted their existence to the Purity League.

None of them saw how much of a threat they were becoming.

Journal Entry, Wednesday, 12.13.82

Uh, hi. This is my first time doing something like this. Writing a journal, I mean. Who knew the Pip-Boy had something like this?

I've read some Pre-War diaries before. I guess you just write about what's on your mind.

Once upon a time, a Courier delivered a mysterious package to a place called the Divide. This Courier had no idea that what she was transporting was a detonator containing missile launch codes. She later found out that the package set off the missiles contained in their underground silos, causing brutal earthquakes and terrible storms.

Now I'm back at the Divide, my adventure a full circle. A Courier and former Legion member named Ulysses promised me answers if I completed his job, which was to cross the Divide.

I don't know about this.

I've done a lot of stupid shit in my life; like sending some irradiated zombies to space and performing a test run on a sexbot, but the stories I've heard about this place make me second guess this job.

For once, I'm scared. I'm getting close to the end, I can feel it. I'm just hoping that I'll finally get to see what peace is like.

Wish me luck.

Christy

An afterthought: I don't need luck. I have ammo.

Journal Entry, Friday, 12.15.82

Hello. Christy here. Have I mentioned how much I love my armor?

When I first visited Big MT a long time ago, I was tasked with retrieving several amazing technologies. One of these treasures was a suit of armor, the Stealth Suit Mk II. She's a beautiful piece of equipment. She fits me perfectly, she has a built-in medical system, I've upgraded her so she provides me some valuable bonuses. Yes, I called my armor a "she." That's the best part. An on-board computer was installed into the suit. This computer has a voice, providing my adventures with playful, off-hand comments and wonderful entertainment. She's the best thing I've ever had. I named her Maple.

My best friend has an off switch.

She eventually came out of her shell and started sharing conversations with me. Then she formed opinions. And thoughts. And preferences. She's getting more and more human-like every time we talk. She's a really great, um… person, I guess, and I love her to death, but…

I just found a spectacular armor set, the Elite Riot Gear. I traded my NCR Veteran Ranger helmet for the one I looted, and it's so, so much better.

I took Maple off to try on the Elite Riot Gear. Just try it on. You know, make sure it fits properly, test it out in combat situations, the normal procedure whenever I find some new armor. Maple seemed a little PO'd when I put her back on. She started going back to her old self, saying stuff like, "I bet no one has been more unnoticed than me" and "Did you even know you were wearing me?"

But that just shows that she's jealous. Aww…

Once my business in the Divide is finished, I'm going to do some research to see if there is a way to move Maple into the Elite Riot Gear. I really, really want to wear that armor.

It looks so fucking cool. Also, I have this feeling that I should be wearing it. Like it was meant to be. But that's not why I want it. Gotta stay fashionable in the Wasteland. It's not that Maple's unattractive, it's just that no one really gets the chance to see her…

The Divide is brutal. I'm confronting Ulysses tomorrow. I'm getting answers to questions I've never asked. I simply don't understand. But I suppose everything will make sense by tomorrow night. Goodbye.

Christy

Journal Entry, Thursday 12.20.82

It's done. Ulysses and I talked, I convinced him to stand down, we fought together and blew up a Legion base with a missile. That day was a good day.

Right now I'm chilling in the Big MT. The Think Tank is working on the transfer of Maple from the Stealth Suit to the Elite Riot Gear. You're always in my thoughts, Maple! I'm getting the results of this project tomorrow. I'll write a whole entry filled with sad and angry thoughts if it's a failure. If it's not, I'll be too happy to write anything.

I probably should be out there helping with the war. Y'know, the whole NCR/ Legion thing going on back in the Wastes. I think I've done all I could. The only thing I can do now is wait until the big, decisive battle General Oliver wants. Heh, I find it just a bit silly that I was more nervous about the Divide than this upcoming fight. Honestly, I'm tired of fighting. I want peace. Just once, I'd like to see what peace is like.

*Sigh* I didn't even sigh. I just wrote the word "sigh." I was thinking about how far a reality peace can be in the Wasteland. It's hard to find an unselfish person out there. I had a breakdown once because of this thought. I think I was screaming about how no one is good in the Wasteland, how everyone is an asshole in their own special way, how no one cares for anything besides themselves. There's always a catch to a good gesture, everyone is willing to step on some fingers and slit some throats, shit like that. I remember being fed up with everything and how I wanted to sleep through a night without fearing for my life, how I wanted to stop looking behind my back wherever I went, and especially how tired I am.

I said it before. I. Am. Tired. Tired of killing, tired of being hurt, tired of the Wasteland, I'm done.

Fuck this place.

Ugh, damn. I had to stop writing for a bit after that last part. I got a little emotional. It's getting late, I'm going to bed. Bye.

Christy

Log Update -01.26.82-

Today is a day that will live on in history. The Legion has fallen. The NCR has defeated the fucking Legion.

Ho-ly shit.

I'm just a private, so I wasn't on the dam with the veteran rangers. But the vets weren't the angel of death on the dam today.

Courier Six, or Christy, I believe her name is, had a higher kill count than all the vets combined.

What the hell.

I remember during a little celebration at McCarran, she was telling us about herself. She doesn't do drugs, so she wasn't shot up on Psycho and Buffout during the battle. Someone told me she almost ran out of ammo for her anti-material rifle. An anti-material rifle. Most veteran rangers have trouble operating one of those things, but she handled that gun like it was weightless. One of my buddies said he saw her headshot a Legion bastard from halfway across the dam. She was holding her rifle with one hand. I'm surprised the Legion didn't just throw themselves over the edge. Not a single Legionnaire made it past her, rumor has it. Her legend spreads quickly.

And that's fantastic. That's great. She deserves all the good stories about her. Remember that time when she sniffed out the Legion assassins during President Kimball's speech? What about when she brought back Caesar's chestplate as a trophy when she returned from her "hunting trip" to the Fort? Or the time when she reported that all Powder Ganger camps have been eradicated? She decimated the Fiend population, organized peace between the NCR and Brotherhood of Steel, done a ton of shit for the benefit of the people of the NCR… Courier Six sacrificed a lot so this day could become a reality. I don't know what to say besides… Thank you, Christy. Thank you. You deserve a lot more than a ribbon.

Jorge McGuire

06.22.83-

The efforts of the Courier have resulted in a powerful force, the New California Republic, which civilized the entirety of the U.S. west coast.

Soon, with the leadership of President Kimball and the Courier, the Republic gained enough strength and courage to head east. Rapidly expanding, the tribes of the east became proud citizens of a new hope. However, the NCR encountered another republic manifesting its destiny, the Purity League.

When the two powers clashed, no military action was taken. The Courier, along with President Kimball and other representatives, successfully negotiated a peace treaty. The United States truly formed once again.

In order to build peaceful relations with other nations, the reborn country created Project New Leaf. This involved the brilliant minds of the U.S. and the technology from Project Purity, Helios One, and the REPCONN test site. The result was an advanced model of an airplane, designed for capacity and speed. The goal of this project was to travel to other countries in an attempt to either aid them in rebuilding society, or see if anyone, or anything, else is out there. The NCR and the Purity League voted on an envoy for this mission. Someone who could handle themselves in any situation. Someone with charisma and charm. The NCR elected the Courier, for her war efforts, silver tongue, and sharp mind. The PL agreed, and so the Courier boarded the aircraft and took off.

It has been 3 days since her shuttle left the U.S. No word has been heard from her.

A/N: This chapter has been edited heavily on the 26th of July, 2014. I attempted to make it an overall better read. I will also be doing this for the chapters that have already been written (up to chapter 8). It will mainly be changing the script. The storyline will not be altered.

I believe that's all I have to say. Thank you for giving this story a chance. Goodbye!