"We're done here..." - Jago Sephtis after choking Caesar to death and scattering the remnants of the tyrants army in the Vegas wastes back into Legion territory with his dire warning.

Ch. 2

[Unknown Barge. Unknown Time.]

"Mr. Six." A voice called from the cabins metal door, turning around it was a crew member of the ship I was currently on "The Captain is calling you to the deck, the port of Roanupur is in sight." detailing his orders before disappearing back into the maze of tight and narrow steel corridors.

Pushing away from the rooms desk and grabbing the letters that were given to me before my departure from my home in the US, letters mixed from family greetings to business letter detailing that I was tasked in bring my companies reach over to Thai soil, in particular, the city which every hired gun would come to call as the 'Isla de Muerte' for anyone that hasn't got the connections, the money, or even a more-than-decent skill with a gun.

Picking up the large duffel bag near the door, stuffing the letters under my duster and holding firmly on to my fedora, I began walking to the top viewpoint of the ship.

It had been a long 30 or so years since my 'rebirth' into this alternate version of Earth where the Great War never happened, this timeline I started on the eve of what they called the "Cold War". But neither significant figures like Vault-tec nor Robco Industries existed either, so this worlds technologies were more balanced, equal and more modern in advancement compared to the Wasteland where the last pieces of still working tech were being selfishly held by old factions that were clinging on to what was left of what they remember of the old world.

Heck I still remember my reaction since my birth, it was quite hilarious considering the situation that I will never find an explanation to...

*Flashback. Uncertain amount of years ago.*

'What the hell?' I suddenly thought when I woke up to searing pain, with no control of my limbs and senses.

'What had happened? Am I truly dead?' A myriad of questions wracked my mind trying to figure out what the hell was going on 'Oh gods, did Klein put my brain in a tube again!?'.

I hear a baby wailing in the area right next to to me, muffled voices were saying 'It's a boy!' or 'Get her stabilized'.

'What the hell!?' I shouted mentally 'I die of old age and then I wake up near a group that is delivering a baby!?' I asked myself over and over again even though no one was there that would answer.

As if to answer my unsaid question the pain slowly subsided and some control to my body was given back to me.

Like any person would do, my first instinct was to open my eyes.

The sight before me was simple and unimportant,

but the subtle differences horrified me.

I saw a room with a tiled, cement ceiling with a light blue wallpaper, most of the furniture was white but clean.

The group that was in the room was surrounding a woman who was lying down, all of them wearing scrubs, reminiscent of the old world days of doctors in the old world.

The lights and technology in the room were fully functional, unrusted and squeakily clean.

For any person, this sight would be normal for them, it looked like a normal, fully running hospital.

For any PRE-War person, this would be normal.

So you could understand how I would be horrified when I came from a world where any form of old world technology was irradiated and destroyed, where only weapons and armor tech were the only branches that barely managed to survive and not a single place of civilization was not affected by war, excluding the Strip and the Big Mountain.

But one factor superseded this shocking sight.

Jago, the "Courier Six", the man who survived two bullets in the head, the man who had slain dozens upon dozens of raiders, fiends and abominations. The man who fought off the hordes of the Legion with nothing but a group of seven and a small squad of NCR trooper and pushing from the foothold at the dam into the Legions territory, pushing them out and reaching the Caesar's fort, slaughtering every Legionnaire inside, finally strangling Caesar in front what was left of the surviving legion whom he sent back to the east so that they would spread the warning he assured they would pay the consequences for daring.

The man who fought side by side with the original Courier Six to stop another apocalypse, holding off the combined might of both the mutated NCR's firepower and the mutated Legions numbers and obtained the nukes to give New Vegas total power over the combined might of mutated NCR and the Legion.

The man who saved the beauty of the Zion canyons from the barbaric hordes and taught the Burned Man and the clans the concept of mercy. Who found the lost oasis that was Sierra Madre and left it to capable hands, opening the gates for the rest of the wastes.

The man responsible for the independence of New Vegas from both the East and West, unchained from the impossible goal of returning back to the old world and finally look towards the future.

The Legend...

...was currently the body of a baby.

With impossible thoughts of probable time travel, world shift or trapped in the think tank with mixed emotions of happiness to depression to pure anger he could do only one thing that was rational at the time.

Cry.

But suddenly when I was handed to the woman who had concieved me after I was wrapped in a bundle, the kindness and love I felt radiating from her had completely pacified me as it was a completely alien experience to me, looking to her with curious eyes, somehow I felt that she could see only greatness, even in my current small and weak form.

"What should we name him?" said a man beside her, was he my dad?

My mother hummed in thought, looking into my inquisitive eyes again before deciding something that may decide the fate and future of my life.

"Jago." She said before giving me a wise and kind smile "He'll be Jago Sephtis."

'Well the world does have a f'ed up sense of humor...' I thought in a deadpan tone before cooing as to symbolize my approval, earning some chuckles and giggles from the group.

'My life might turn out to be interesting after all...' I thought as I contemplated what I would do in the future.

*Flashback End*

And from there I lived with my mother at my uncle's house, the man who asked her that day was her brother from my father's side of the family.

Reason being was because my father was a US Army solder who was deceased before my birth and my mother was bedridden due to the stress of having me and at some point recieving a debilitating illness, but yet took more of her time to caring me and making sure I got a proper life in home despite her disability, a great sacrifice in her part which I owe and thank her fully, intending to repay her care and love in kind and heal her from her ailment.

Even though I lost my pip-boy, meaning I have to be smarter with what items I would take with me (Though the research on atomizing objects unto a persons mass was an interesting venture), the perks I've earned from traveling and learning from various people and the skills I learned still stuck with me.

I finished learning the toddler basic far quicker than the rest of the young'uns and spoke fluent english at a child's age, making it obvious to my mother and uncle that I would grow into a very promising individual.

I won't recall all of my entire school life as that would take too long and was really unimportant compared to my current occupation lets just say I put myself I might as well be called to be the public face for prodigies worldwide, excelling in almost all degrees and being champion of multiple sports tournaments and recognized for bringing innovative technology into the world, medicine, agriculture, social, economical and militaristic.

All of it under a alias name of 'Whitley' of course, I wouldn't want the world to be hounding my family especially with my mothers condition but I did my best to provide for her and the family.

The nerd must be rolling in his grave right now.

Though out of good will, I only focused on the more 'humanitarian' levels of my earths technology, spreading my theory of solar energy, development of stimpacks, effective medicinal herbs and armor tech.

Still kept the self-made weapon tech to myself, gotta give myself an edge after all.

Though it didn't stop me for becoming a Role Model for all the men out there,

Strong, Smart, Athletic, Good looking and a Proud Ladies Man (Ladies man is optional).

After that came choosing my career, and for me that meant being in a position of advantage.

Considering the outlook of most companies, mob bosses and even most majority of the world's population, it was either a survival of the fittest mentality or power through hierarchy or riches, nearly everyone having a plan to 'Off' absolutely everyone they meet just to get a decent life, almost nearing the Legion's corruption but with less order and unity and no sexism.

And I would rather have two bullets lodged in my head AND get most of my organs and bone structure replaced with cybernetics again before I'd be another pawn for a higher power or let someone manipulate the lives of my family.

Eventually after mulling it over, I did return back to my old courier career, making an educated guess that it would get me more information about the world, recieve some "assets" off-country should someone try to screw with me and/or my familia. Apart from doing the usual delivering packages, I have been contacted by several companies and Rich-gangs to ensure safe delivery of their 'Special' packages after some overseas deliveries where I had to deal with thieves and pirates, earning a "Friendly" reputation with them... well, after some thought they could make a fool of me got the point its enough for all of them to know full well that if they wanted to deal with me, they needed to get better threats to top of my experience of getting buried alive after having two 9mm rounds lodged in my head, as sending a message by 'visiting' my family had a rather 'absolutely livid' reaction from myself.

I deny any activity within human trafficking and after a number of said "traders" and their "merchandise" disappearing with no trace, I'd believe that I've sent a good message to my special customers.

Overall, nearly everyone from everywhere owes me "Favors", all of which I could cash in to my liking, looking around Mob Families garrisons and forces that fit my M.O. meaning more increased relations with The Underground, doing more jobs out of my reach in the same time, the likes.

Business was thriving with request after request from more 'trusted' associates so I decided to bring a little of the 'Mojave Express' into this world, with my hometown in Austin, Texas being the HQ, I began employing and training more Couriers, both in equal maintenance of the package and giving them a decent enough skill in speech, survival and guns.

After years of good business, especially since we were reaching the end of what the people called the 'Second World War' which meant most of my 'Special' jobs were more easier, as most of the young'uns and the still capable veterans (and most of the authorities) were sent to the war front, deliveries to the Euro mafia's were more easier.

Sadly with increased rep of co-ordinating a discreet and secure delivery system with an efficient force protecting the packages and my near unknown and inhuman levels of combat, tends to be heard by many more Influencial people, that being the US government or more particularly the CIA.

It happened years during the age of what people called the "Cold War", where a 'Contractor' had asked me for my services and with the luck of the world, thought I was but a simple merc and I had gotten off easy, I got more than a sustainable pay to help train the forces of the Muhjahideen and assist the rest of the CIA operatives that were stationed at Afghanistan.

But before I could further elaborate on that memory, I had finally reached the bridge after climbing out the hull's stairs, funny how trekking vaults would also improve moving around in a ship.

"Ah, Mr. Six, so good you can join us." Greeted a gruff, mangled voice which brought me out of my thoughts, turning to face the origin of the voice, I see a grizzled and wizened old man at the wheel, despite his age he radiated superior physical prowess and to top off the ol' Popeye feel, was in a Sailors uniform and was smoking with a corncob pipe.

"Thanks again for the free ride on your ship good man, the Mojave expresses their gratitude." I tell the Navy veteran but he waves it off like it was nothin.

"There's no need for that, it brings a tear to my eye that there are still some good hearted people in this world, I'm more than happy to help out, though don't tell your mother of my whereabouts, wheelchair or not, she'll beat me six ways from sunday!" He laughed heartily to which I joined in, till an annoyance interrupted it.

A series of foghorn signals were heard and after a few moments a crewman that was also on the bridge reported "An unknown ship is approaching directly at us, it's not responding to foghorn signals, visuals see them armed, it's pirates sir."

"I'll handle this." I answered quickly, reaching under my duster for two weapons that I used to have in my previous life that I remade to call their services here.

The first was an M&A custom made 9mm pistol entirely engraved in ivy and floral details and covered in a polished nickel finish with the Lady of Guadalupe painted unto the pearl grips of the firearm. The gun that had reforged me with fire and made me into the man I was, Maria.

The second, a custom .45 auto pistol which has a shorter barrel than its brethren, comes with a custom commander-style hammer, a skeletonized trigger and a snake-skin grip. Etched on the right side of the slide was a Greek phrase, "καὶ τὸ φῶς ἐν τῇ σκοτίᾳ φαίνει" and on the left, "καὶ ἡ σκοτία αὐτὸ οὐ κατέλαβεν" with both combined it translates into "And the light shineth in darkness and the darkness comprehended it not.". And unlike its other brethren it has "Trench" sights, a groove running along the top of the pistol rather than the standard rear notch and front post. The gun that belonged to the burned man, who was baptized by fire and redeemed, turning into a legend and a father to many children, A Light Shining in Darkness.

"Yo pops, I'll be grabbing a new boat in my way to the port." I told them and before any could reply I began marching down to the deck to reserve the would be pirates a line at Davey Jones' Locker.

"War never changes after all." I mumbled out my thoughts as I repeat the same action that I've done against raiders and fiends for a thousand times.


A/N: I'm gonna have to be doing some changes to the original leveling system since a leveling system won't be factoring in and our protagonist doesn't have his pip-boy:

1) There won't be any limit to Skills.

2) S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s (Excluding Luck) can be increased through realistic ways with no limits, like Strength, Agility and Endurance through exercise and drugs, Intelligence and Charisma through study, Perception though practice and meditations and Wisdom through our hero's choices in his journey. Luck can only be affected through special items.

3) Perks will become "Talents" as there is no way of earning perks or monitor your level status without a pipboy so perks will need to be learned instead of earned every two levels.

Apart from that, some skills will be developed as he obviously had to have worked hard to get back to his prime and improve even more so some stats will be greater.

Name: Jago Sephtis

Gender: Male
Age: Possibly 30 to 33
Affiliates: n/a.
Affiliation: Mojave Express (New World), CIA, Muhjahideen (Former).
Weapon(s): Twin Pistols (Maria & A light shining in darkness).
Race: Caucasian.
Status: Alive (Reincarnated).
Occupation: Courier, Business Manager.

Other details: Ambidextrous, Accurate Peripheral vision, Great Wisdom and a high plethora of knowledge despite a young age.

[S.P.E.C.I.A.L.]

Strength: 6
Perception: 9
Endurance: 7
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 9
Agility: 8
Luck: 6

[Skills]

Barter: 80
Energy Weapons: 85
Explosives:75
Guns: 90
Lockpick: 100
Medicine: 90
Melee Weapons: 75
Repair: 100
Science: 100
Sneak: 70
Speech: 90
Survival: 85
Unarmed: 80

[Perks/Talents]

*Wild Wasteland
*Animal Control
*Beautiful Beatdown
*Bug Stomper
*Camel of the Mojave
*Day Tripper
*Lord Death
*Melee Hacker
*Tough Guy

Lady Killer

Rapid Reload
Quick Draw
Run 'n Gun
Grunt
Cowboy
Travel Light
Light Step
Tunnel Runner
Shotgun Surgeon
Toughness
Hit the Deck
The Professional
Living Anatomy
Vigilant Recycler
Jury Rigging
Junk Round
Hand Loader
Infiltrator
Computer Whiz
Unstoppable Force
Chemist
Chem Resistant
Swift Learner
Retention

*[eg] - Challenge earned perks.

Chapter 3 is coming soon... at some point.