When Twilight Sparkle arrived at her destination in a flash of light she was a bit confused. She was out in the open desert with nopony around.

"What the hay?!" she exclaimed "That spell was supposed to take me to the 'Courier'! Not the middle of the desert! Where in the hoof is-" She was interupted by a low growl. She slowly turned around to face the source of the noise. Standing before her was a large, bipedal, monster with two horns, huge teeth, and even bigger claws. It roared right in her stunned face and she did the only thing she could think of. She screamed.

Darren Ross, more commonly known to the peoples of the Mojave as 'Courier 6', leader of the newly formed I.R.N.L.V. (Independant Republic of New Las Vegas), was sitting on a rock and enjoying a cup of freshly brewed coffee, next to a camp fire. Now, normaly, he might be back at the Lucky 38 keeping order in the city, or out on a diplomatic mission to one of the various tribes and factions in the New Vegas area, but today he was relaxing. Building an idependant nation, establishing allies, and destroying the remnants of rival empires (namely the Legion) was hard work, and he felt that he deserved a day off. A day off doing what? His favorite pass time, hunting, of course. Hunting what? Oh, just raiders, deathclaws, cazadores, and pretty much anything else that could cause harm to him or the citizens of New Vegas. Of course, since he was a terrible tracker, most of his hunting consisted of finding a very high perch, on a cliff or in an abandoned ruin, and using the scope on his Anti-Materiel rifle to scan the horizon for his prey. It was at one of these spots that he sat now. His little camp fire rested near the edge of a small cliff.

The Courier had no particular idea where, exactly, he was at the moment. When he had decided to go hunting he had just picked a direction and started walking. He figured that he could just use his Pip-Boy's GPS to find his way back to the city. At the moment he was taking a break from his surveilance of the wasteland below. He had his coffee, he had the music on his Pip-Boy, and he was happy. Darren finished the last sip of his coffee and let out a contented sigh. He got up and stretched and then checked his weapons.

On one hip he wore a katana, perchased at 'Mick and Ralph's', and on the other he wore 'Maria', the 9mm pistol that he had taken from Benny on the day that he had killed him for putting two bullets through Darren's skull. Propped up against a rock next to him sat his favorite Anti-Materiel rifle. It had been fully upgraded and he always carried plenty of ammo of every variety for it. Along with these, he also had about two dozen throwing knives stashed on his person, some hidden some not. When he was done checking his weapons he dusted of his clothes, a white shirt with a bullet proof vest over it, blue jeans, and boots. The outfit was a gift from Joshuah Graham, the Burned Man. Upon his head he wore an old First Recon beret that had been a gift from an old friend named Boone.

Darren picked up his rifle and went back to his perch on the edge of the cliff. There he resumed his long vigil of the wasteland below. He remained there, patiently, for several hours without moving from that spot. While he sat there he noted that the radio on his Pip-Boy had started playing 'Big Iron' and he started to sing along with it. Darren was never sure why, but ever since he had recieved the damn thing from Doc Mitchell he was unable to function without the device playing some kind of background music or at least making noise.

"To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day..." He spotted several Cazadores buzzing around in the distance and with a steady aim he pulled the trigger. One Cazadore was blown in half.

"Hardly spoke to folks around him. Didn't have too much to say..." Another Cazadore fell dead. This one with a hole right through one eye.

"No one dared to ask his buisness, no one dared to make a slip, for the stranger there among them had a big iron on hi-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" His thoughts and his singing were interupted by the sounds of femenine screaming out in the distance. He swung his Anti-Materiel rifle in the direction of the scream and looked through the scope to find the scource. The first thing he noticed was the rather large deathclaw running across the sand. The second thing he noticed was the thing it was chasing... What the fuck was it?! It appeared to be some kind of animal. It ran on four hooved legs, like a brahmin or a big horner, it only stood about four feet tall and had a single short horn on its head. The strangest thing about it to Darren's mind was it's coloring. It was bright purple like a nightkin with a pink streak through what appeared to be a mane.

At first Darren thought it was just some kind of strange mutated wasteland animal. Another escaped result of the experiments at Big Mt.? But then it began to shout. It wasn't just screaming any more. It was saying something! He couldn't quite make out what it was at this distance but he could bet it was something along the lines of 'Help! There's a fucking Deathclaw after me!' The creature was speaking... Speaking implied some kind of sentience... There was a sentient creature in need of aid... Without taking his eyes off of the deathclaw and the mystery creature, he switched the ammo clip in his AMR for one filled with explosive rounds. No taking chances with deathclaws.

He took aim at the deathclaw's upper body. He took a deep breath and slowly squeezed the trigger. The Deathclaw's upper body exploded, creating one bloody mess. The mystery creature that it had been chasing was splattered with gore and briefly stopped when it realized that it was no longer being chased. It took note of what was left of the deathclaw, examined the blood and gore now covering it, and then proceeded to scream some more and run in a random direction. Unfortunately the direction it picked was the area where the Cazadores that Darren had been firing upon were currently buzzing around looking for something to take their rage out on.

"Fuck." Darren said. He proceeded to take out as many cazadores as he could before they reached the frightened creature but he could only do so much without risking hurting the creature. The remaining three Cazadores began to converge on the frightened thing and Darren did the only thing he could think of. He fired off an explosive round so that it struck the ground to the right of the creature and it turned away from the explosion and began running in Darren's direction. Now that it was running towards him, still a little ahead of the cazadores, he dropped the AMR and began to quickly scale down the cliff face, jumping from ledge to ledge until he reached the ground. There he drew 'Maria' and began running toward the creature and the cazadores.

He drew close to them just in time to watch as the first of the Cazadores finally reached the creature and stung it in the rear. The creature went down and Darren emptied a clip of 9mm hollow points into the offending Cazadore. He reloaded just in time to be boweled over by a second Cazadore, this one smaller than the second. On his back he tried to use one arm to hold the Cazadore just far enough away from him to keep it from stinging him. He put his gun to it's head and fired. Pieces of it's head flew everywhere and Darren's face was covered in gore. He shoved the body off of himself and drew his katana with his free hand. The third and final Cazadore charged him with it's stinger held out before it. Darren lept to the side, slicing off the Cazadores stinger as he did. When it went rushing by him he fired several rounds from his pistol into it's back killing it.

Darren spun around a few times, looking this way and that, searching for any more threats. When he was sure that the danger had passed he looked over at the mystery creature. It was laying on the ground, and it wasn't moving. He put away his weapons and went over to the creature. Upon closer examination of the creature he found that it was unconcious but alive. Whatever it was, it seemed to be more succeptible to Cazadore venom than some creatures if it was knocked out so quickly.

He took this as an opportunity to get a better look at the creature. It was obviously female judging by the general shape and facial features. But other than that he had no clue what it was. Now, Darren had always considered himself a man of science. So when faced with something unexplained and interesting, without any proper lab equipment and no way to properly comunicate with the creature in it's unconcious state, he did what any proper man of science would do in his situation. He poked it with a stick.