I do not own or will ever own anything by Bethesda Softworks or by Obsidian and Fallout New Vegas. This is just about a regular soldiers journey through New Vegas and the NCR.
The spelling and grammar are poor at best, I know this, believe me I know. So if you can still read this then I thank you, if you can't... well stop reading.
Also while I am making some changes here and there, I am trying to get most cities and names correct that took place in the earlier fallout games. So hopefully there won't be much confusion.
Chapter 2
The Last Night
"So... what did you get me?" Asked Samantha who looked up at Tristan battering her eye lashes at him.
Tristan looked down at his sister. "I can't tell you. It's a surprise, don't you want to be surprised?"
"No!" Was all Sam said as she shoved the mail inside the prewar mail box outside a house numbered 86.
Tristan laughed even harder before giving her a small wink.
It had been 3 ½ years since they had discovered the plot of the horse gang to print fake money and forcing people to work as slaves. For there effort in bringing this plot to the surface Susan, Tristan, Carlos and Samantha were given a thousand caps each from Mayor Anderson. While Captain Brain Hawkins each rewarded them with a the Bronze Root which was a medal awarded to civilians who go above and beyond the call of duty for the military.
Dropping off the mail to 10 year old child who quickly ran back inside his apartment,Tristan stopped and look around.
Junktown had been his home for 8 ½ years and it would be hard to leave the only place he knew as home. Samantha was finally turning 16 tomorrow, which meant it was time for them to leave the orphanage. Normally with him already turning 16, 8 months ago, he should have left by now. But Headmaster Jones allowed him to stay until his sister turned of age.
"Come on day dreamer, we've got to make one more stop,"stated Sam making Tristan snap back to reality.
Joining her they made there way around the familiar route they did everyday. It was when they approached Dark Waters General Store, Tristan began to grin widely.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go and flirt with your girlfriend,"teased Sam as she sat down on the front porch and began drinking her bottle of water.
Entering the general store he spotted Sarah who was checking off a few empty shelves they need to restock before they got next week's supplies in. By now Sarah had married her long time boyfriend Jake Knobbs, and was 4 months pregnant.
Suddenly she dropped a can of pork and beans. Right before she could slowly bend down to pick it up, Tristan reached down and grabbed the can himself.
"Wouldn't want a pregnant lady hurting herself?" He added with a smile on his face while putting the can back on the shelf.
Sarah shook her head while at the same time rolling her eyes. "You and mom both," she added pointing her head towards the front counter were Diamond was helping a few replacement solders putting some drinks into a bag.
"She's just concerned. As she knows what it means to be a mom."
Sarah sighed heavily. "I know, but sometimes she can be a little over the top. At least Jake has been doing a lot more around the house now. My ankles have really been bothering me of late."
"Well I am glad to hear it Mrs Knobbs,"he added smiling up at the older sibling.
Walking around the counter he spotted his girlfriend Trisha Stone. She was 17 years old now with her hair a brown/blonde mixture almost like his own expect a bit darker. She wasn't as tall as her mom or sister but was much pretty with sharper assists.
"Now you soldiers make sure you take it easy, we all appreciate what you guys do out there,"said Diamond waving goodbye to the man and woman trooper.
Tristan made sure give the troopers a small head nod before approaching the counter himself. Making sure to smile at Trisha who returned his own smile.
"Well suddenly I find myself needing to count the money in the safe,"added Diamond who gave her daughter a small wink before heading into the office.
Reaching inside his pack he pulled out a few packages and placed them on the counter. "Got anything good for me?" She asked making sure to touch his forearm slowly.
"Maybe? I like to keep things a mystery somethings."
Trisha giggled a bit before taking the packages and placing them behind the counter. Well they had been flirting with each other for a while, it was only about a year ago when they actually began to dating. Since he was going to leaving tomorrow morning he wanted to spend one more day with her before having to say goodbye.
Leaning over the counter he took her hand in his and made sure to look her in the eyes. "Look Trisha. Tonight is my last night in Junktown. We both knew this day would come, and...that doesn't make it any easier. But with that said, let's make use of this day the best we can."
"What did you have in mind?" She added with a sad look on her face.
"Let's go on one more date tonight, and make our last night together something special,"he added whispering the last part into her ear.
Trisha's eyebrows raised slightly before she started blushing a bit. "Okay, meet me hear at 7."
"Sounds good to me,"Tristan said giving her a quick kiss and exiting the general store.
Once outside he spotted Sam leaning back on the porch with her blue beret over her eyes. Smiling he sat down next to her. In the past three years he had to admit she had grown into a wonderful woman. She had blonde hair down to the mid of her back and was average height of 5'7 being only 3 inches smaller than Tristan. Samantha loved to study pre-war sciences and machines, and hoped to join the Followers of the Apocalypse who were working with the NCR.
"Hey sleepyhead, you going to get up at all time soon. Or should I just go... and pretend I don't know where you are?" He asked making sure to take the blue beret off her eyes.
Looking up at him with her brown eyes she laughed. "Imagine that lover boy."
Helping her up they both began to slowly make there way back home for the night. Giving Left side a small salute, they passed by the gate and were about to head inside, when he called out to them.
"Yes?"
"This came for you my young man,"he added giving him a envelope with an NCR army logo on the front.
"Thanks,"he said turning over the letter to see Captain Hawkins name in the upper left corner. Opening the letter he held it out in front of him so that Sam could read it as well.
"Dear Tristan,
I wanted to make sure you got this letter before you left and joined the army, so I bribed the mail courier, he he. Anyways I know you don't like to talk about your parents, but don't forget to bring them up to the recruiter, as I know you never go anywhere with out their dog tags. Second I got your letter about 2 months ago, sorry for the delay in response but things in Navarro are never easy. I was happy to hear that your friend Carlos found work with the Gun Runners in the hub, although a little sad knowing that you were losing your best friend. But, don't ever hesitate to write me. Keep me posted on where you will be stationed.
Your friend always Captain Bryan Hawkins, 56th battalion 2nd regiment.
Sam reached up and put her hand on her his shoulder. "Well at least your making friends in high places. Besides I got a letter from Susan a week ago."
Tristan opened the door for his younger sister. "Oh how is she doing?"
"Good, being a ranch hand near Vault City dose have it's perks. She says the Trent family that adopted her are very nice, and hopes that we both find what we are looking for,"she added while they both headed up the stairs and into there living quarters.
Heading over to there bunks, Tristan reached inside his pillow and pulled out two things. A small pre-war gold pocket watch that was repaired into working order. Inside he had engraved her name, birth date, a small message saying"Always remember with time, anything is possible, love your brother Tristan." The second was a book called,"How to help your fellow man?" Written by Nicole the founder of the followers of Apocalypse.
"Here little sis... Happy early 16th birthday,"he replied giving her the two gifts.
Slowly Tristan watched her examine both gifts before setting them down and embracing him tightly. Patting her gently on the back he pulled away slightly looking her in the eyes. "Thanks Andy,(which was her nickname for him since his middle name was Andrew).
Sam reached up and wiped a few tears away from her eyes. "Now, I know you have a hot date tonight. Just make sure you don't get the girl pregnant, alright,"she added teasing him with a small wink before entering the bathroom.
Two hours Tristan was standing nervously outside the Darkwaters general store in his bounty hunter duster he had received from 8-ball who was a former bounty hunter himself. Reaching inside his unbutton duster he pulled out his 9mm pistol. Taking out his extended mag clip he had modified to the pistol, Tristan loaded the 20 round clip into the gun.
"Playing with your toy I see,"said Trisha appearing on the porch in front of him, as he put the pistol back inside his duster in front of his.
Tristan smiled back at her."You can never been to sure, now a days darling."
Trisha was wearing a pre-war spring outfit of a pink dress and red heels, including a pre-war bonnet of white and pink. Taking her by the hand he couldn't help but notice how the dressed show off her bust size, as he quickly brought his attention back up to her green eyes.
"So...what do you have planned for our last night together?" She asked leaning up on her tippy toes and placing a soft kiss on his lips.
"Well... I figured we spend some time gambling inside the Brahmin Baron Casino, before enjoying a music/comedian show inside the Rawhide Theater. Afterword having a nice dinner inside the Crash House hotel, for which I booked us a room on the suite level,"he added raising his eyebrows a bit hoping she would catch his meaning.
Trisha suddenly supported a wide grin across her face. "Oh, trust me sweetie. Sometimes being the daughter of a former prostitute can pay off. I already took a birth-control shot after you left 2 hours ago."
Tristan's eyes went big with shock before narrowing again. Putting his hand around her she took a hold of his right arm while leaning her head gently across his shoulder. Making there way towards the casino which was now run by the Hector Phebus ( the son of the wealthy Brahmin Rancher Walter Phebus) they were greeted with the amazing neon lights which set the night sky a blaze with an impressive light show. Going past the two sentry bots that was guarding the front door they entered the crowded casino.
"What should we play first?" Asked Tristan taking a few steps forward and turned around to face her.
Trisha turned her head slightly. "I have always been a little fond of blackjack."
They spent at least an hour playing blackjack where Tristan lost 125 NCR bucks while Trisha won over 200 herself, a point of which she made sure to keep reminding him all night. Getting away from the gambling part of the casino they went inside the packed Rawhide theater to which Tristan had two tickets too. After listening to a singer called the Lonesome Drifter they were treated with a comedian act done by two ghoul brothers called,"Two Zombies, One Road".
2 hours later the couple finally left the casino some time after 9pm, heading over to the Crash House Hotel. Entering the hotel they slowly made there way up to the front counter.
"Mayor Anderson, what are you doing up this late?" Tristan asked as she drank some coffee from her mug.
Scarlet yawned briefly before shrugging her shoulders. "Working. Alex needs some more evenings off now that his wife is pregnant."
At this Trisha laughed lightly."oh sorry I didn't see you there Miss Stone," she added looking at her and then back to him.
Shaking her head she began typing fast on the computer screen. "Okay, let's check and make sure everything is all good. Oops, it appears there is a small problem."
"What! What problem?"He asked looking at the mayor with a worried look on his face.
Mayor Anderson pointed the screen with her pencil. "Yeah it appears someone seems to have put you inside the presidential suite on the 4th floor with a full food service on the house."
Tristan could only shake his head as he grabbed the key off the counter. "Thanks,"he added walking away while Scarlet made sure to give them a broad smile before they began to walk up the red carpeted steps.
After eating a good meal they spent the next hour laying on the bad talking about what the future held for the both of them. It was then he began to feel a bit nervous when she gently laid her head on his chest and closed his eyes. Like most teenage boys losing your virginity was a right of passage, but now that the deed was staring him in the face, he couldn't help but feel the pressure of the whole situation on his shoulders.
"Are you okay?" She asked lifting her head slightly off his chest and staring back at him.
Gently removing a few strands of her light brown out of her face, he smiled back down at her."Yeah, I am just a little nervous, you know. I never have done anything like this before."
Trisha breathed in and out before lifting herself up and straddled his waist."Me too. But you know what, I want this. I know you want this. So for once, don't think, just act."
For Tristan that was all the encouragement he need. Reaching up placed his hands on her hips as she slowly leaned her head down and gave him a soft kiss. Kissing her back he brought his hands up to her sides giving her more support for her back. It was when she flicked her tongue across his lips he opened his mouth to her, allowing her to deepen kiss. He could feel her passion increasing with every passing second, fueling his own desire which was already on high alert from the beginning of the night.
By now she could clearly feel his erection straining through his bounty hunter pants, when she grounded against him causing him to moan inside her mouth from the friction. Feeling bold he reached under her pink dress and grabbed her ass in his hands, making her moan this time.
"Too much clothes,"was she was able to say while grabbing the helm of his black T-shirt he had under his duster which had been taken off hours ago.
Sitting up ever so slightly and raising his arms he allowed her take off his shirt. Tossing the article of clothing somewhere behind her she paused to take a look at his slightly muscular body. Reaching down she gently ran her finger across the deep scar he had on his right side, where the great khan woman had stabbed him years earlier.
While she was ever so slightly distracted by looking at his scar, he snaked his left hand back inside her skirt and began to gently rub her pussy with his hand against her panties. Her eyes suddenly went big before she closed them allowing him to continue his efforts. Feeling even more bolder he pulled aside her panties just enough so he could touch her vagina.
From what little Tristan knew about sex, he knew that it was best to do some foreplay first before having intercourse as it allowed the entrance inside her that much more easier. Finally he gently slide one finger inside her.
"Oh that feels good."
Feeling encouraged he slowly began to rubbed her from the inside making her lean her head back and moan even more. Not wanting to ruin what he had started, Tristan inserted another finger and gradually picked up the pace again. By now he could feel her hips beginning to rock with his movement urging him to keep going.
"That's it. Don't stop! I am so close!" She said as Tristan only began to finger her even more faster.
Barely a few seconds later he felt her walls close tightly around his two fingers for she was forced to reach down and grabbed him by the shoulders to keep herself from falling on him. Looking up he could see she was out of breath when Trisha slowly came down from high of her own organism.
Opening her eyes she looked down at him once again this time the lust filled look Trisha was giving him sent a few shivers down his spine. Getting up she quickly unzipped her dress from the back and stepped out of it. Not wanting to wait either, Tristan began pulling at his belt. Once that was out of the way he sat up briefly and kicked off his khaki pants to the ground.
"Your still a little too dress,"said Trisha who was standing in front of the bed completely naked.
Tristan always imaged how she would look naked and she defiantly lived up to every phantasy and dream he had about her. Forgetting about any shyness he might have had in revealing himself to her, Tristan hastily removed his boxers, dropping it to the ground. Climbing back on the bed Tristan immediately captured her lips into a passion filled searing kiss.
Reaching down she placed his left hand on her large breast. Taking the hint he began to massage the firm breast while gently running his thumb over nipple, which was already hard. Not wanting the right breast to feel left out Tristan began switch his attention back and forth to each breast.
By now she had scouted over so that was on top of her and had willing spread her legs allowing him rest right above her entrance. Occasionally he would rub up against her causing her to moan even more. With out warning she put her hands up to stop his ministrations which caused him to give her a confused look.
"Is everything alright?"
With out saying anything she reached down and took a hold of his penis in her hand and guided himself inside her. The moment his head went in, he felt like he had entered a furnace which was gripped every part of him.
"Holy hell! That feels good!" He moaned out load while slowly sliding more and more of himself inside her.
It was when he completely inside he had to starve off the feeling of going to early by thinking off old people, men, and brahmin shit. Slowly he began to come back to reality and it was then, he realized he should have felt some barrier that all women have the first time they have sex.
"Mom said I tore that years ago when I was 14,"Trisha added reading his mind.
Tristan breathed in deeply. "Are you ready?"
Looking up at him she gave him a small nod. Slowly he pulled himself out of her before plunging back inside her hot wet channel. Tristan couldn't believe how amazing she felt with each thrust he was giving her, as they slowly began to build a steady rhythm.
By now she had coated his penis in her juices allowing him to slide inside her that much more easier.
"Tristan, faster!" She said wrapping her legs around his wasting allowing him to go even deeper inside her than before.
That was all the encouragement he would need before he started to thrust faster and harder inside her. By now she was moaning out with each thrust for he could feel her fast approaching another organism, which was good for his sake. The whole time he was inside her, Tristan was having to fight off the urge from exploding too soon, and with every thrust, and every moan he was finding his will power slowly fading away.
"God, that's it! Tristan! Tristan!"
"Trisha!" He shouted as he felt her squeezing him with everything she had inside her.
Barely a few seconds later he began to thrust roughly inside her before cuming inside her tight folds. Shooting at least 4 to 5 bursts of his seed deep inside her, Tristan felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Collapsing forward he gently laid his head between her large breasts while they both tried to control there breathing.
"Are you sure this was your first time?" Trisha asked still out of breath.
Tristan actually chuckled a bit and lifted himself up to meet her bright green eyes. "I was just moving on instinct."
This was Trisha's turn to laugh a bit. "Well don't ever stop listening to those instincts, cause that was fucking amazing Mr. Walker."
Finally pulling out of her he laid down next to her and pulled her naked body near his so that her head was once again laying on his chest.
"You know Trisha, I know this probably will be our last night together. But I wanted you to know this, I will never forget it and what you meant to me. Thank you," he whispered to her.
When she didn't say anything back he realized that she had was already fast asleep. Smiling he leaned down and kissed her gently on top of the head. Grabbing the cover off the floor with his left hand he carefully covered the both of them up and put his right arm around her.
"Goodnight Trisha." He added closing his own eyes and letting sleep over take him too.
The next morning Tristan made sure to walk Trisha back home, giving a few last goodbye kisses and a promise to write her whenever he could. Heading back inside the orphanage, Tristan ran into headmaster Jones who didn't even move as he was sent sprawling to the ground.
"Ouch!" Tristan replied rubbing his head, when Jones offered his hand to help him up.
"So I take it your night with Miss Stone ended well then,"he stated giving the young man a small wink.
Tristan couldn't help but support a wide goofy grin across his face. "Better than I could have ever imagine."
Headmaster Jones reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know your mind is set on leaving. I know from personal experience one must choose there own fate in this world. I have watched when you and your sister came her as small runway slaves, and in a span of 8 years seen you both grow up to become confident, levelheaded, adults. This is why I continuing running this orphanage. There is so much violence in this world, and we all have to be responsible for our own sins. Just promise me something."
"Anything sir."
"If you are ever given an order that goes against everything you believe in, don't do it. Cause in the end you alone have to answer for what you did, and... sometimes you can never truly get over,"he replied with a few tears beginning to form in the corner of his eyes.
Reaching inside his duster, Tristan pulled out a handkerchief giving it to the older man. Dotting his own eyes, he quickly returned it back to him.
"Now, less I am mistaken, we have a small party to go too inside the lunch room."
Inside they had set up the usual decorations of balloons, and pre-war copies of magazines, with everyone wearing party hats. A small birthday cake made by Anna Smith was present on the table with 16 candles inside it.
"Hey quiet down, everyone. Let Sam make her wish before dive into this wonderful looking cake,"said Mark Jones who was standing near his adopted father at the front of the table.
Sam gave him a look before blowing out the candles."Okay, Left-side will you do the honors of cutting the cake."
30 minutes later Tristan and Samantha were upstairs packing their personal belongs they had acquired over 8 years of living inside Junktown. Both of them still had not touched the 1000 cap reward they had gotten from Mayor Anderson, although after his spending Tristan was down to 500 NCR dollars while Sam had at least 1100 herself. Reaching past his copy of Guns and Bullets Tristan spotted the small photo album he had gotten from Sam during his 10th birthday.
Taking a seat on her bed, he briefly began to look through it. In truth it really wasn't a good album for their was only 9 pictures inside. 3 of them had Tristan, Sam, Red, and Susan in them, with another 3 more had just him and his sister, including one that was taken only a month ago. Another one had him and Headmaster Jones standing near the front gate. One more along with Tristan and Captain Hawkins pointing there 9mm pistols at the camera. Finally the last picture was a group picture of the entire town that was taken annually, and only cost 25 bucks to buy a copy.
"What you doing?" Asked Sam who had now changed into her Wasteland wanderer outfit, while neatly placing her old orphanage military uniform on her old bed.
"Not much sis. Just looking over some fond memories we had here," allowing her to look over his shoulder at the photo album.
Sam sighed heavily. "Yeah... back then we just hopped to find a place that would take us,"she added pointing to the oldest picture he had in there of them when they first arrived at the orphanage.
It was then he reached inside his bounty hunter duster and pulled out another photo. In the photo Tristan had his arm around Trisha who was pulled close to him with both of them smiling inside the casino.
"So... what is going to happen between you two?" She asked watching him put the photo inside the next page and put the album back inside his pack.
Tristan looked down at the ground before looking back up at her. "We had our fun. I mean we both knew this day was coming, but it doesn't make it any easier. So basically... were going our separate ways. Who knows what the future may hold. But I won't soon forget her."
Tristan guessed by the look he was giving her, she took the hint and dropped the subject. Getting up they both grabbed there bags and walked out of the orphanage, making sure to give the building one more look, before heading over to the front gate.
"Can I help you?" Asked a new NCR trooper who was monitored the gate's entrance.
"Yes, we have permission from 2nd Lieutenant Haggerty to accompany a NCR caravan to Shady Sands/New California Republic,"said Sam handing the man a small piece of paper stating the very same thing she had just said.
Giving the paper a hard look the trooper looked back to them. "Alright. Everything looks good. Go ahead,"he added allowing them to join the water/supply caravan for there same journey back to the capital.
1 hour later the caravan finally made it inside the New California Republic, which was the country's biggest city having someone where close to 30,000 people living in it. Original the town of Shady Sands was founded by the remnants of Vault 15 in 2142 who used the G.E.C.K they had to help them start a new civilization. Over the next 131 years the town of Shady Sands quickly grew from a small farming community to the capital of New California Republic with it's primary resource being it's vast brahmin herds.
Going inside they still were amazed at the tall buildings that seem to stretch high in the sky, with the Search Light Apartment Complex being the tallest building in the state extending at least 100 feet in the air. The town was separated by distracts, with checkpoints at each entrance and exit of the distracts.
Upper-town towards the north and East had the Congress District, which was where the governors and barons who voted and discussed on everything the NCR did. Also it was where the Presidential Mansion was by now their was a new president named Aaron Kimball. It was in that same district that the Stockmen's Association had it's base making very influentially on the government. Finally,what was being called Politician Highway was a series of mansions for the most wealthiest of NCR politicians, military brass, and brahmin barons.
Mid-town was completely devoted to the NCR Bazaar were all the merchants sold there wares. Every trading company from the Crimson Caravan, Gun Runners, followers of the apocalypse, to small time dealers of food, clothing and junk had a stall or building set up inside the huge trading area.
Low-town near the southern and west edge of the town held the major of the people inside the town in it's Housing District. Most people lived in massive apartment complex similar to the the Search Light complex although not nearly as tall or upper class. Secondly the cites huge Entertainment District was also located inside Low-town. No where else in the core region could you find everything you could packed inside the distract, ranging from gambling, shows, theater, Arcades, brothels, bars and restaurants.
Finally the heart of the city was completely devoted to the NCR military with the largest military base in the entire republic called Tandi Military Base. In boasted a massive number of troopers usually between 8,000 to 10,000, with the Military Police prescience numbered close to 4,000.
The front entrance was located inside the bazaar in order to get people to buy something as soon as they entered the capital, both Tristan and Sam parted ways with the caravan they been riding with.
"Let's find us a map,"said Sam as they both began scanning the many wares that was being lined up inside the nearby kiosks.
After traveling about half down the bazaar they found a kiosk selling maps. Finding one for the capital they took a moment to sit down on one of the benches that was near a statue of a famous person called Aradesh.
"Well... it looks like we both need to head to the Hall of Congress. For both the army and Followers recruitment offices are located inside,"Tristan added pointing to the marker on the map.
Sam stood back up and took a moment to look around. "You know, despite having been here a few times, I can't get use to how big it is."
Tristan had to agree, but to him it was the mass of people that worked and lived here that truly stunned him. Having only been inside for 5 minutes they had already seen at least 5 times as many as they would have back inside Junktown.
"Let's be careful. Remember we're the strangers here,"he added after watching a pair of barely dressed women and men walk past them all wearing a bright red clothes.
Heading north they pasted into Up-town and the Congress District. Looking around he could countless of military personal standing guard at key points. Inside the capital it was forbidden for any citizen or civilian to carry weapons out in the open, but that just meant everyone had there guns and knives hidden very well.
Going up the steps of the hall of Congress building they could see a lot of reconstruction going on. Passing another statue of a man walking towards a brighter future was the famous Vault Dweller who almost a hundred years earlier had helped the small town of Shady Sands survive.
"Look... an Information box,"replied Sam pointing too a kiosk with at least 8 people who all had there own computer in front of them.
"Excuse me, ma'am?"
A woman wearing an office business suit dressed in NCR colors pushed up her reading glasses and peered around her computer.
"How can I help you two?"
"We're looking for the recruitment offices?"
The woman smiled down at both them before pointing towards the northwest."That's easy my dears. Just take that hall-way and you will see all of the New California Republic agency recruitment offices."
After thanking the women both Tristan and Sam followed her directions. Going down the hall he could see a long line that was in front of the Ranger office, with at least 20 or troopers nervous waiting for there turn. Going past them he was surprised to see that there was no one waiting in front of the Army recruitment office.
"I wonder why there isn't a line here?" Asked Tristan who took a piece of paper that had the number 8 written on it and sat on the nearby bench.
Sam who was reading the nearby bullet-in board spotted something. "Here's why brother. Earlier this year President Kimball activity the draft, so recruitment would have sharply fallen off because of that."
By now Sam had already talked with a male Follower who had given her a pencil and told her to wait a few minutes before she could take the a test. The test it's self cost 100 caps and even then you had to prove you had enough smarts to be worth being trained by the Followers of the Apocalypse.
"Samantha Walker,"said an older man emerging from the office door,"you may begin your test now."
Giving Tristan an uneasy look she slowly began to walk towards the office. "Good luck sis."
Nodding she finally disappeared inside as the man closed the door. Looking around at all the troopers who talking among themselves, he waited patiently for his turn.
"Yes, I will tell them Colonel Hsu sir,"stated a staff sergeant to the slightly older man with the green beret, when they both appeared from the recruitment office door.
"Good, cause I am tired of getting troops who are greener than a my wife's dress,"he added before turning to look down at Tristan.
Colonel Hsu bent down and offered his hand to him. "Always happy to welcome a volunteer. What is your name son?"
Tristan took the hand and shook it. "Tristan Andrew Walker, sir."
Hsu gave him a hard look before letting go of his hand. "I will be sure to remember it."
Walking away from him all the troopers who were waiting in line for the Ranger's gave him a salute as he passed by before disappearing from his view.
"Sorry for the wait, Tristan was it,"said the staff sergeant offering his hand,"staff sergeant Lucas Mills."
Walking inside he could see about 10 or so people all sitting in front of desks either typing on there computers or looking through tons of paperwork. Another 4 or 5 people could be seen moving back and forth bringing more paper work or even food to there fellow employees. Taking a seat in front of Mill's desk he waited for the staff sergeant to return to his own chair.
"Okay let's get this started,"he said typing fast on his computer.
"Name."
"Tristan Andrew Walker."
"Last known address."
Tristan remove his blue beret that they were both allowed to keep. "Wright Military Orphanage in Junktown."
Sergeant Mills ran a hand through his small beard. "Former Colonel Henry Jones runs that right?"
"Yes, sir."
Typing a bit on his computer he continued his series of questions. "Any weapons on you?"
Reaching inside his duster, he pulled out his modified 9mm pistol and placed it on his desk. Picking up the gun he examined it slowly looking at his extended mod and laser sight mod he had on the weapon.
"Impressive, very impressive. We make sure to mark this into your file,"he added handing back him his pistol.
"Blood type"
"A+"
"Okay only two more questions,"he said turning his chair's direction towards him, "Have any of your distant relatives served in the military before? Mother, Father, Brother, Sister, Grandfather, or Grandmother."
Taking off his necklace which had his parents dog tags on it, Tristan gripped them in his hand before handing them over to the recruiter.
"Yes, both parents served for at least 10 years or more. Dad was a Ranger who was KIA near Arroyo, while mom was 1st recon sniper who died of illness. It was only years later learned after telling her symptoms to a doctor I found out it was radiation poisoning. I was only 6 years when she faced away right here in the capital.,"he added taking a deep breath.
Mills looked at the old dog tags he had in his hands and began to type away at his computer. "Not that I don't believe you young man, I am just making sure we have them on file."
Trying to remain calm he gripped the arms of the chair he was seated in. When it came to his parents he had very little information on either of them, especially after what he went through when he was with his uncle.
"Yes, we have them right here."
Tristan leaned forward. "Can you tell me anything about them? Where they are from? When they got married? Anything, please!"
At this he could see a sad look in his light blue eyes. "I am sorry Mr. Walker. Both of there records have been sealed and red tagged. In order for you to gain access to this information you need to do two things. First you need to be promoted to an officer, and then you need the approval of at least the rank of Colonel before you will given access. Listen...both of my parents were killed in action too. I understand your frustration, and believe me if I could I would at least give you something to go on. But my hands are tied as I don't have the clearance or passwords to even gain access to there files."
Tristan could hear the sincerity of his voice and knew he was telling the truth. "I understand... and it gives me goal. Before this I didn't even have anything to go on, and now I know there is a way for me to find out more information."
Mills nodded his head. "Okay last question. Closest of kin, encase of death."
"That would be my sister, Samantha Walker."
Taking a minute the staff sergeant began to process all the information into the computer before printing out the necessary paper work. Rolling his chair behind he reached inside a filing cabinet and pulled out a small card.
"Okay here is your personal record file,that you will need to give the intelligence office. Second this is your recruitment card which will get you inside the Tandi Military base, and will get you you're uniform and weapon. Congratulations Private Walker, on this day August 18 2273 I am proud to welcome you into New California Republic Army,"he stated offering his hand to him, which Tristan took.
Exiting the office Tristan walked down the hall towards the followers office and waited hopefully for the good news from his sister. While sitting there he also felt a bit of sadness engulf him. He had been her older brother for well over 8 years and it would be hard to let that go, considering she was the only family he really had. But deep down he knew that each had there own path to choose, and would always find away to come back to her.
Suddenly the door opened, making him jump a bit. Sam came running out with an excited look on her face. Standing up she jumped into his arms as he hugged her back.
"I past with flying colors!" She managed to choke out as tears began to go down her cheeks.
Tristan patted her back. "I always knew you would."
It was then Sam began to cry even more as that same feeling that Tristan had felt earlier began to sink in. This was the last time they would be seeing each other for a long time.
"Promise me..."she added with her head still buried in his chest,"that you will written as often as you can."
Tristan patted her back softly. "I promise Britney. Don't forget, your my only family I got. How could I ever forget about you?"
Samantha pulled back ever so slightly as she reached up and wiped some tears away from her face. "Thank you... for everything. Love you."
"I love you too sister,"he said walking down the hall, only stopping once to give her one more look before turning down the rest of the hallway.
A/N: This is my second fallout story, the first one was called Dragon Knights so hopefully if you liked that you will like this one. I will try to get new chapters out every 2 weeks or earlier. If you want to review or offer help I am always willing to listen. I can take criticism too, I promise.