I literally can't believe it's been almost three years since I first posted the first chapter of this story and i jut left it for the cyber cob webs. I failed you all! (Sobs) No but seriously i do want to keep it going. Just bear with me it's been a while since i had the muse.


The Promised Land

If this was what New Vegas was supposed to be he wasn't impressed. In his travels west he had heard the stories of the city in the Mojave that had survived the worst of the Great War. Many of the nukes had been disarmed by Robert House but a lot of them had still blown up the surrounding areas. Hector liked the heat but it was very dry and the ozone layers hole was much bigger since after the Great War. Lots of the pollution of the post war was part of everyday life but at least now that the nukes had gone off nothing could ever pollute with as great of magnitude again. If it did, the human race wouldn't survive.

He observed the poverty as he walked. He spotted a man who was clearly high off his ass. An older Caucasian man with a bald head and graying facial hair. "Say...could you spare some bottle caps?" Hector gave him 50 bottle caps even if he knew he would spend it on Jet most likely. Or booze or psycho. "Thanks chief...you're all right!" Hector told him, "Just because it's winter doesn't mean I'm Santa Clause. Who's in charge of this place?"

The guy hiccuped. "That'd be the King. Just go on over to the impersonation school. You can't miss it. Biggest eye sore in Free Side. He'll have all the information you want on Freeside and the surrounding area. He could even get you on the strip if you play your cards right. "

Hector nodded. "Thanks," They began to head toward the school. He saw men wearing leather black jackets, striped shirts like prisoners, and white T shirts. They all had 1950's hairstyles all though they were all ethnicities. He headed toward the door and went inside. The smell of alcohol filled the air. As he walked in a man of African American descent approached him. "You aint from around here. What do you want?"

Hector wasn't sure if he was just acting or if he would have to use his gun again. "I'm looking for the King. I was told he had some information I can use."

The guy said, "Well, I'm Benjamin. Benjamin Cobb. The King doesn't see just anyone. You want to get to him you'll have to get through Pacer and he don't take kindly to strangers."

Hector sighed. "I'm looking for some information on the Brotherhood Of Steel. I'm looking to get into touch with the west coast faction. Name's Hector Mendoza."

Benjamin was smoking a cigarette too. "The Brotherhood Of Steel? They haven't been around in at least two years. Operation Sunburst. There was a huge gunfight between the Mojave chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel and the New California Republic. This aint the west coast but I can tell you this much. The Mojave faction is gone."

"How do you know?"

He looked at Hector blowing smoke the other way. "Yeah I was there. I was going out to see my brother in prison. It was a bit of a walk but when the desert aint filled with rad scorpions or fire ants it can be a nice place. Stopped to take a piss and after I was done I see a big gunfight breaking out. The NCR...I never saw so many in my life. Had to be thousands of them at least. The Brotherhood had about a hundred and fifty people with thirty robots, securitrons, mister gutsy's. Don't get me wrong those metal guys put up a hell of a fight. Before that i'd never seen anybody get turned from a living breathing human to a pile of ashes the way the paladins were those NCR bastards. Never seen any kind of energy weapon before either but they took heavier losses and all their robots were destroyed. At least half of them got killed the other half were running but I don't see anyway they weren't all killed off. They had nowhere to go."

"I couldn't get as far as Los Angeles without refueling and that's what we're here to do. I'm from D.C. Capitol Wasteland or at least what's left of it.

Benjamin said, " Welcome to the Movaje Wasteland. One hell hole to another. Sorry I can't be of more help to you. Maybe King knows more. He's the man with the knowledge around here. If anybody could tell you what happened to your people it'd be him. the ones that ran away I mean. Follow me."

They walked towards a door and a white male in a jailhouse outfit. "You want to see the King you gotta pay the toll to get in that's the rules."

Benjamin told him, "Let us through, Pacer. I'm vouching for him."

The guy nodded. "Okay but you ever cross the kings you'll pay with your life."

Hector told him boldly, "You ever cross me I can promise the same."

The King gang member sneered at him but let him pass. Benjamin approached the leader a Caucasian male wearing a white jacket with a black pompadour haircut and blue eyes. "King...there's a man here to see you. He came from the east coast."

The King seemed curious. "The east? I'm surprised there's anybody left out there. Bring him over here."

Hector walked up. "You must be the King. Hector Mendoza. It's a pleasure,"

"Well hold on just a minute fella. How do I know you're telling the truth about where you came from? You could be one of those NCR weasels or maybe somebody from the Three Families."

"The Three Families? NCR?" The King blew smoke. "I'll be the one asking the questions here. I don't mean to put you on the spot but it aint every day a guy that looks like you dressed like you comes through here. Wearing God knows what the hell that is..plus you got a ghoul. No offense I have nothing against the ghouls there's even one or two who lives around here but some people around here don't like em. You're dressed like one of those Brotherhood Of Steel people but they aint been around in at least three years. NCR wiped them out."

Hector, ignoring what the King had said asked him, "What's your opinion of the Brotherhood Of Steel?" The King replied, "Can't give ya much of an opinion on them I'm afraid. They lost a major battle to the New California Republic. From what i've heard they're not the friendlist bunch but they used to be okay people but just got drunk with power. They couldn't have been all that bad if they didn't get along with the NCR. Now about you. You got Brotherhood armor on you."

"I'm a member of the Brotherhood Of Steel from DC. Never even heard of the NCR and as for the Brotherhood out here the Western Brotherhood isn't exactly on good terms with the eastern faction. Out there we called them what exactly happened?"

"Well...the BOS had a fight with the NCR. They had better weapons but the NCR had more people. About fifty Brotherhood Paladans and Knights and they all went down. They were believed to have all died out there. Doesn't say much for an organization when fifty of ya dying is all of you. Maybe that's just me."

"We called them outcasts, the western faction but the Brotherhood of Steel started in California not Nevada. They were selfish but still there's a war with the Enclave. Have you heard of them?"

"Oh yeah. They used to be big around these parts but not so much anymore. They're gone. Aint been in the Mojave for years."

"Well even if they haven't been out west in the longest time we need to make contact with the Brotherhood in Los Angeles there's still a war with them back east and they've still got a few strongholds left. If we let them go unchecked they could be a serious problem. What's the deal with this place anyway? Doesn't sound like the pre war glamour I read about in books."

Benjamin heard this and chimed in saying, "No offense bud but were you raised under a rock or something? The great war ring any bells to you?" Hector replied, "I was raised in a vault. Vault 101. Just like most of the post war communities. If you're still alive and your ancestors were too, that means they were in a vault but we have lots of books but once thing I'd heard about this place was that it wasn't hit as hard by the nuclear fallout as the Capitol Wasteland."

The King had a robotic dog next to him which Hector found interesting. "Well that much is true. Man named Robert House deflected most of the missiles. That's not to say we didn't still take some of the damage but not as bad as other cities. Course he just stays in a casino on the strip now that nobody's gone into. Nobody's heard from him in years but he's been sending out couriers over some chip. I don't know. Aint really my business. I'm not too fancy on those rich fellas at the Strip cause as you can see you're in Freeside not the strip."

The King put out his smoke. "Maybe we can help each other out. I have an idea as to where some of the Brotherhood Of Steel might be if you're willing to do me a favor I can give you the information you might need."

The Vault 101 native sighed, "What do you need?"

"The reason me and my pals here live in the school of impersonation is because we were kicked out by three dominating tribes on the strip. Bunch of aristocrats that think they rule the world. Now the worst of the bunch are the Chairmen. Bunch of slick talkers. You ever heard of the war between the Greasers and the Socs's?" Hector told him "Can't say I have."

"Huh. Guess you haven't read as many pre war books as you thought. You ever get a chance drop by the old Mormon Fort. They have a lot of pre war books. Since we aint got much of a library around here they get what they can from time to time and try to keep the locals educated. Well the Greasers were a bunch of cool dudes like us who wore denim. I read most of the book but a few pages were missing. The Socs were a bunch of rich kids that thought they ruled the world. The Socs didn't dress in such a cool way. Really preppy. I guess in this metaphor we're the greasers and the Three Families of the Strip are the Socs. The Chairmen are the main ones we have a problem with. They exiled us from the strip and put is in the ghetto. That's how we formed the Kings. There was a guy a long time ago before the Great War who was a great musician. People called him The King. He seemed like the grooviest dude around. Ahead of his time. Not so unlike us. We try to stand up for the downtrodden in this part of the world but it gets crowded here."

Hector said, "I don't mean any disrespect Mr. King but is this leading to some kind of point? Are you going anywhere with this?" The king took a drink of alcohol. "My point is this, son. They got a policy to entering The Strip that it costs five thousand caps. Now that just aint fair. A lot of the people in Freeside work hard to try and move up in the world and people also come from elsewhere in the wasteland they come through here, they see where we live, at the gates of paradise and then they get turned away just the same as we did because they didn't have the caps. Does that seem fair to you?"

"Not at all. These people sound a lot like the Enclave to me,"

"Well, I'm looking to make a policy change. On one hand part of me would like to see a revolution happen where we take the strip back for the common people. The folks at the Mormon Fort may not agree with the violence they only use it as a last resort. Even still. They can see that the way the Three Tribes act and the policies they have towards the poor is not right. That much we agree on. That's not to say that everybody in Freeside should be able to go. I don't like the junkies around here in Freeside some of them are no better than the fiends out in the deserts near Vault 3. Just thankfully less armed so we can manage them. I can understand a toll at least for now until either we beat the chem addicts out or they get cleaned up under Julie Farkas. She's the leader of the Followers Of The Apocalypse. But five thousand caps is beyond what anybody can afford. Hell it's beyond what I can afford!"

Hector was curious. "How would you plan on doing that? Changing the policy," The King told him, "There's a particular triad of evil among the Chairmen. Some loser named Benny now he's the lesser of the three. The other two are men by the name of Melvin Herkimer and William Stanford. Bunch of bozos all of them but Stanford is the one who suggested the 5000 caps policy to the other two tribes. There's two other Families. The White Glove Society and the Omertas. The White Gloves are a bunch of rich snobs too so naturally they went along with the idea. The Omertas are more like street thugs but they're also businessmen. You would think they would want to take the money out of hard working folks pockets and do it the legal way the way Vegas did in the past but I guess at this point even they would rather bleed the high rollers dry,"

"So you want me to kill this William Stanford?" The King corrected him. "Not kill. Kidnap. He was part of who kicked us Kings out of the strip too. They drove us out of our homes and made us set up shop here. I say we kidnap the son of a bitch and get word to the Chairmen that if they want to see him alive again, they better pay us 5000 caps. Each of the three major players of the only that we'll demand that they reduce the buy in fee to 1000 caps. If they refuse, then we kill him."

Hector suggested, "What's wrong with just storming them? I noticed a couple of securitrons over there but why don't we just go take them out?" Benjamin spoke up, "People that tried to run past them get cooked by those things. That's just the way it is. It's too dangerous."

Hector bragged, "Maybe for you but I have plasma grenades, a laser rifle, and pulse grenades,"

Benjamin smirked, "Look out everyone, we got a bad ass over here."

"Not necessarily. I can also teach all of you," Hector offered. "I can teach you how to fight them. To storm the gates. Smash those metal motherfuckers into junk."

The King didn't like that idea. "No, because once you got past the gates there would be more and even if you succeeded there, the Strip would fear you. I don't know how it is back east but this here is the wild west. Even if the wild west was four hundred years ago. Your reputation is everything and if you go around raising hell on the strip nobody will do business with you. They won't even let you in the door. You'd have to shoot the guards in the Tops casino too. And that wouldn't make for a very clean getaway now would it?"

Hector asked, "So what do you suggest?" Benjamin spoke up. "I'm going with you. Me and two other guys. Kings like us. I've been there to the strip before. Three years ago but I'll never forget it. We lifted four passports off those yuppies in the past. You would think for a group of people that had caps to blow they wouldn't be so tight fisted but I guess the rich don't stay rich by spending ,money even on the little things."

The King nodded. "Benjamin will fill you in om the details as to how you're going to get him back here. Once you do get him back here there's an abandoned building where chem fiends usually squat. I'll have Pacer pay them to take a hike."

Benjamin chuckled. "He'll probably just pull a gun on em, King. We both know how he is."

"You just let me worry about Pacer. I can handle him. He'll do what I tell him to. You just make sure our friend is well equipped for the job and see to it that he's prepared."

They left the school and Benjamin told him, "All right now before we head on over to the strip I thought I should show you around Freeside. I know what it is to be a stranger to this place a long time ago I used to be one too."

Hector raised his eyebrows. "You're not from Freeside?" Benjamin nodded. "That's right. I used to be a lot worse than I am now. Originally my folks came from a place called Vault 15. I ran with a gang called the Jackals. We robbed and pillaged the wastelands for years me and my older brother. We preyed on the weak. I'm not really proud of that part of my past. We once were a feared gang but the NCR changed that. My brother though, whenever we went on raids he would always still have us attack smaller convoys of NCR. When there were four or five of us and three of them or an equal number and we took them by surprise we would win."

"So what made you leave the gang?" He began to follow the King member as he walked towards some different buildings. "I've been shot and stabbed in a lot of fights, man. Good thing for me we had a few people who'd worked with medics back at the vault before but that was before they died. Still they stitched me up plenty of times. It gets old, the lifestyle."

Hector wasn't sure that was all there was to it. "Really? You sure there wasn't more to it than that? I'm a good listener and besides if I'm gonna risk my ass for you guys I at least want to know more about one of the guys I'm doing business with."

"All right..." Sighed the king. "The real reason to tell you the truth is most Jackals lost their fucking minds. A lot had it in their heads that chems were bad but not everybody followed that. There was a gang called the Vipers too. I got a good friend who used to be one of them in fact he's one of the guys along with us for this job. Guy named Phillip. The jackals are cannibals. We'd often go hungry when we couldn't find supplies if somebody we raided had nothing we had to resort to cannibalism. Some of us did anyway. Not all of us. The vipers were no better though. They're a bunch of religious nut jobs that believed in getting bitten by snakes. A lot of them died when those dumb asses voluntarily let themselves get bitten. The few that didn't die went crazy. They were like a gang and a cult at the same time."

"So cannibals and cult members, huh? Nice... Does it really taste just like chicken?" Hector cracked.

"Hey! I'm not one of those low lives I never ate any human flesh before! I'd rather go hungry than do that and I often almost did starve! The only reason I didn't is when we'd raid, what little we would have in canned foods, my brothers in arms let me have. I'm not a barbarian. Don't ever say that to me again!"

"It was just a joke, compadre. Calm the fuck down. So what the hell made you go from being a jackal to a king?" The gang member calmed down a bit. "Well I came to the Mormon Fort. I decided I was already hungry and I'd come from California to Nevada and i'd been hungry before but if I had to be a man down on his luck I might as well be an honest hungry man. Luckily the folks at the fort took care of me. Gave me food, shelter. Julie...she's a saint. More than you'll ever know," He said with a grin.

"But before that happened...before I made it to the fort i got lost in Freeside looking for it some junkies jumped me in an alley. Told me they'd help take me there that they knew a shortcut but they wanted to rob me. There was three of em with crowbars. Told me give up any caps I had. I didn't have any so I tried to defend myself but they beat me up pretty good. Almost killed me when I heard gunshots. It was The King and Pacer. They put holes in them. The main chem addict was still alive he'd been shot twice in the back and once in the left knee. The King told me he'd take me to the fort to get patched up and Pacer put his .357 in my hand told me fought pretty bravely for an outsider with no weapons. He told me if I killed the drug addict, he'd put in a good word for me to join them. I wasn't sure at the time. After I got patched up I went back to see them. I told them i'd already ran with a gang. A gang that was strictly trying to survive at everybody else's expense. The King told me he understood if I didn't want to join but he explained that the kings weren't about looking for a new fight they were just looking out for each other but they would never rob from the poor like the Jackals did and the only time they ever had violence was with drug addicts, the Three Families and the NCR. I hate all three of those too and they did save my life so I figured what the hell."

He showed him some buildings. That place belongs to the Garret's. They're a good place to go if you want to get drunk or laid. Can even get chems there if you pay the right price. But be careful of them. They're not good people. I mean I've done some fucked up things in my life that I'm not proud of but I did it to survive. These people get rich off the chem fiends and the misery in this place."

He nodded to the Silver Rush. "That place is where you want to go if you need energy weapons but don't trust them either. They're just as crazy as the people in the Atomic. Never trust the Van Graff's. I've been wanting to put a bullet in Jean Baptiste for the longest time. Bunch of psychotics with high energy weapons. I hear out here in the Mojave the Brotherhood likes to kill people that have technology they can't have for everyone else's or their own protection. I don't know if I agree with that but if you find the Brotherhood out here, you guys should go clean house there. Pacer can't stand them either. I mean he's an asshole but he's not wrong about the Van Graff's. Personally, I think if we got a hold of the weapons they have, the kings would be able to take on the NCR."

"Didn't seem to go well for the Brotherhood out here having better technology though and they have what the kings don't. Body armor. I don't mean any disrespect but if you did take on guys with military training you might take out a few of them but for the most part you'd all get torn apart."

"Fine...maybe not the NCR but at least the Three Families. House's deal with the NCR has nothing to do with the Three Families and could take over the strip take out the securitrons, take out the families there."

Hector told him, 'You're an idealist. But not much of a realist. Then again you're right an army of kings probably would stand a much better chance at taking over the strip than taking on the NCR. I don't even know who these people are but it sounds like they're tough."

"Truth be told, if we did start to take over the strip, we might not be able to do much in terms of the other NCR outposts but we could take over the NCR embassy.

He brought Hector into the fort. "These people are good folks not only did they patch me up but they were willing to overlook my own affiliation to the kings and let me be a volunteer. I don't know if they consider me one of them in the way they do everybody else but they have let me help a lot of people out and I've learned some great skills from them. Basically I'm a king by night but in the day time I'm a follower. There's somebody you should meet."

He introduced her to a Caucasian woman with a spiked hairdo. "Julie this is Hector. He's with the Brotherhood of Steel from DC. Hector, this is Julie. She's with the Followers Of The Apocalypse. You ever need to get patched up, she's the person you need to come see."

"Nice to meet you. Welcome to Freeside. Not every day we get to meet somebody from what used to be this nation's capitol."

Hector asked, "You heard of it?" She nodded. "The men in Washington DC were responsible for the Great War. They launched the first missiles at China and China launched back. We're hoping to avoid that kind of catastrophe in the future."

"So what can you tell me about the Followers Of The Apocalypse?"

Julie told him, "We're originally from Dayglow. That's a city in New California. I'm originally from there myself. We settled here a while ago. Some years back. Our goal was to learn what we can from other tribes and societies that have formed and how they've survived. We take bits and pieces of historical societies from the pre war era too and we take what works from each society and discard what doesn't."

Hector observed, "You kind of seem like a somewhat anarchist society."

"Is that really a bad thing? We advocate freedom but we try and keep it peaceful. We try to stay out of regional conflicts. Such as the NCR's war with the Brotherhood Of Steel. Before their shootout at Helios 1 we accepted both groups but now the Brotherhood seems defunct but we accepted Brotherhood Enclave and anybody else."

"The Enclave, huh? They must really not be that big out here or be as big as they used to be. The Enclave I'm used to killed people from independent societies and shot refugees."

"Well there are good people who left both groups. If you have a problem with the Enclave, that's your own problem. We're pacifists."

"Well since when do pacifists have armed guards at the gate?"

Near the entrance there were two Followers guards behind a sandbag wall in front of a flagpole flying the Followers of the Apocalypse flag. They carried Rifles. "We still believe in defending ourselves. We have a clinic outside of Freeside and sometimes people try and attack us just for supplies. Supplies we would have likely given them to them anyway."

"What would it take to join the Followers?"

"You interested? To be honest you don't seem like you would do well with us. You've got a certain...warriors edge to you. You have blood on your hands. Literally and figuratively."

"I don't know right now but you did say you were trying to help people. I've tried helping people back east but it's not always easy. You can protect a bunch of people one day and you can even teach some of them to survive on their own but then another threat...sometimes even the same threat kills some good people."

He recalled a couple of the people who had died in Big Town from the Super Mutants and that one of the Rangers, Donovan from Reilly's Rangers that had died. "Maybe some day, we can let you in if you earn it. But right now we're not taking any new members."

Benjamin told him, "We should head out."

With that they began to head to the North Gate. They came to where two men who were also kings were nearby. They approached Hector and Benjamin. One, was about five foot nine and he wore a black leather jacket. He was Asian American. The other was Caucasian and wore the jailhouse outfit.

"This is Warren Tran and Phillip Leonard. They're buddies of mine and they'll be helping us in our mission. We can't really show up on the strip dressed as kings. So we gotta get dressed to the nines to go to the Tops."

They told him, "Cover us while we get changed, all right?" He replied, "Yeah. Not a problem."

He followed them and stood outside the alley. Two men, both looking rugged approached him. They were carrying crowbars. "We got a problem?" Hector asked. The two men were clearly high as a kite. One came at him and he fired his plasma pistol hitting the first one. It didn't turn the guy to ashes with the first shot but did wound him. The second shot almost killed him but the guy managed to swing at Hector's head but Hector brought his elbow up. He had armor on. He fired and hit him a third time and it turned to a pile of ashes. He turned to shoot the other guy but was out of ammo. He tried to reload.

He swung the crowbar and he backed up but it hit him in the chest even though it was intended for his chest. The guy swung again and knocked the plasma pistol from his hands. He swung again and he hit him in the head. He had a helmet on but it still hurt and he fell over. The guy lunged for him again but Hector punched the man in the gut so he could get back up. The man tried to come at him again but he kicked him in the chest. Hector followed up with a left punch. Hector got his Ripper out and revved it up as the man came at him one more time. He sawed the bastard, and the blade began to cut into his shoulder sawing through his arm. The man shrieked falling over.

Benjamin appeared dressed in a suit and asked him, "Are you okay? Sorry, I should have warned you the freeside thugs are still a problem. They try preying on innocent people but they usually don't fuck with kings. Do you have anything else to wear besides that? Armor isn't exacty casual."

He did have a pre war spring outfit. "I'll change but Charon is gonna cover me."

Charon nodded racked his shotgun. "I gota ya covered boss..."

As he got changed three more junkies were coming and Charon casually aimed at them and one of them did have a pistol. "Get the fuck out of here!" Screamed Warren. "We're not yuppies!" The thugs replied, "This doesn't concern the kings. We want that gear those Mojave assholes are packing!" Charon wasted no time, firing the shotgun. The blast hit the man with the pistol eliminating the most obvious threat first. The blast tore into his stomach blasting a massive hole in his bowels. Hector was fully clothed and retrieved his weapons. The second junkie thug went for the pistol only to have Charon fire, blasting him in the face. The entire top half of his skull was blasted in half sending brain and skull fragments all over and more of the destroyed head that once resembled a human split into more pieces as the corpse hit the ground.

Warren and Phillip opened fire on the last junkie Phillip striking him twice in the left leg, Warren getting him once in the stomach and once in the side near the right rib cage. The wounded thug tried fleeing. "I'm sorry...! It was their idea!" He cried, limping away. The man's open stomach let off a horrible stench. "Almost smells as bad as the Ninth Circle back home," Charon scowled at Hector. "Sorry..."

"None taken smoothskin. We all speak before we speak sometimes," With that he racked another shot and drew down on the fleeing cowering alley thug. He fired hitting the man in the back. They looted the bodies. Hector found nothing of interest to him and Charon also checked. "Nothing but used up jet syringes. Dead beat piece of shit..."

He found a pack of cigarettes on the corpse of the man with no head. "Score...! Now I can get through the day."

Hector told him, "Hey, for now I need you to wait for me over by the school of impersonation. I'll be back soon."

The ghoul companion nodded. "I'll just be enjoying my break one smoke at a time. Try and get back before I finish the pack."

They began to head toward the gates each of them with their passport to the strip. "You ready?" Asked Benjamin.

Hector nodded. "Let's go."


So that's all for this chapter we'll get into the actual kidnapping in the next chapter. For now just wanted to have Hector taking in the sights and meeting the locals. I haven't yet played Fallout 4 but I can't wait to. I know it took me forever to update this shit but here we are now. I figured they get into the strip having a 2000 cap requirement and for now I wanted to make it that due to actions Hector will take, the price will be reduced down to 1000...until later events will bring it up to 2000. Fucking capitalism what can i say?

I like fallout as a game though most of my fanfictions are grand theft auto and resident evil fallout is probably the only rpg i really like it has that Terminator futuristic feel to it.

Say what you will about Salvation. Salvation is still way better than this new one and still adhered to the original storyline. Now is it as good as the originals no but that's what happens when you make what is supposed to be an R rated movie PG 13. Still you can only make so many movies about sending terminators back in time to stop John from resisting in the future before you eventually have to do a movie about the future.

I rate T2, as best just cause there was more character development we get John Sarah and the Terminator is good this time that takes more range than just killer terminator that says puns and kills. and T1 2nd place then T3 then Salvation. Genesis or whatever illiterate way they spelled it that I'm not going to entertain is pure garbage. That movie is terrible. Not 99% terrible. 100% terrible. Pure shit. Each generation had a Terminator 80's was the first one 90's 2, early 2000's 3, 2009 for salvation but this Genesis movie is like the generation it's part of. Horrible. The newer Terminators just don't have the suspense, the dread, the acting, the feeling of impending hopelessness. I mean even if T 3 wasn't as good as the first two imo, the ending of it was bone chilling so it redeemed itself in the second half for a mediocre first half.

Also as far as this chapter's name and the name of the quest yes those are both references to Elvis songs. And as for those old records The King and the gang had heard, I will have Hector have a part in the acquiring of said records and what happens to them later. Who knows I may even have them reveal to them the name of Elvis and as much about them as possible including his death. Which actually, the mission where you have the option to kill Pacer by sabotaging his drugs and his heart problem and all that is a reference to Elvis's death.

Also how Hector will interact with the NCR and the Legion, remains to be shown just yet. But I will and also my character from New Vegas my female character that is will be in this but much later.

Anyway please leave a detailed review. That's all for now.