The Wasteland sun was hot against the neck of the Outsider as he hiked down the long road separating him from the settlement of Dova where he was to deliver a letter to the town doctor on behalf of the a-bit-off-his-rocker criminal kingpin, Harlequin. Fighting the urge to take a break, the Outsider moved onward, hoping to catch a glimpse of his target soon so as to escape the near unbearable heat. With his hunting rifle, Lucy, in a ready position, the Outsider headed towards an abandoned gas station just up the road from his current location.
When the Outsider reached the gas station, he was heartbroken to see the front door was locked. Luckily for him, he saw an old Nuka-Cola machine sitting by the garage, so he walked over to the machine. A voice spoke from the window of the gas station, "Did you bring the goods, wanderer?"
"What are you talking about? I'm delivering a letter, not a package," said the Outsider thoughtfully. "What kind of goods?"
"Come inside. I'll unlock the door for you," the voice from the window said. Immediately, what sounded like an airlock released from the door to the gas station. The Outsider curiously walked to the door and opened it, which greeted him with the glow of four RobCo terminals and a single person sitting in the middle. "You, I don't have records of you. That means the Olympians don't have records of you either."
"Wait. What are you talking about, Olympians?" the Outsider said, stopping the researcher in his tracks.
"Wow, you must've just crawled out from under a rock or something, kid. The Olympians are a group of brainiacs that live in the Fortification downtown. They've got a nasty history with the Revolutionists and the Revolutionists sure as hell aren't giving them much leeway to expand their territory again," the researcher explained. "I, personally, supply the Revolutionists with information from the brain of the Olympian's android leader, Zeus. You could be just the weapon the Revolutionists need to bring down the Olympians once and for all!"
"How could I be a weapon the Revolutionists need?" asked the Outsider, looking curiously at the researcher.
"You don't have a file! Zeus compiled a file of every single person in this godforsaken Wasteland and uses some sort of specialized equation to determine how a certain person will react jointly with others using his own actions as a base. Essentially, he can control anyone in the Wasteland," the researcher said. "But not you, Outsider!"
The Outsider listened intently to the situation in the Wasteland. "Who would I talk to about helping the Revolutionists?"
"Well, considering they control most of the city, you could just go downtown and ask around, or you could go to Commander Xavier Briggs in the remains of the Forum," the researcher said, typing in a list of instructions to load onto a holotape. "Unfortunately, I can't warn them of your arrival, so take this holotape and give it to anyone who asks."
"Got it," the Outsider said, before departing and drinking a Nuka-Cola quickly. Not wanting to derail his progress any further, the Outsider darted for the location on his Pip-Boy. He had been through a lot in the last few hours, or was it days? There was a lot for him to take in in this short period of time as he wandered the Wasteland. What's going to be in store for me when I reach Dova, he wondered as he watched the sun sink to the horizon line where a group of buildings stood out from the brilliant oranges and reds: the settlement of Dova was just on the horizon.
Hurrying to the settlement, the Outsider was stopped by a scouting party about a mile from the town gate. "Halt, wanderer. What is your business in Dova?" the leader of the group said, moving forward toward the Outsider.
"I am to deliver a letter from Harlequin to a Dr. Moore in Dova," the Outsider said. "May I pass?"
"I'll radio the doctor," said the scouting group leader. "My name's Briscoe, and I'm the Chief of Police in Dova. We're just on a routine patrol to see if any bandits are planning to ransack the town. Good luck if they try."
When the Outsider reached the settlement gates, a woman was standing in front of the gate, waiting impatiently for the Outsider and his letter. "You're Dr. Moore, I presume?" the Outsider asked the woman, looking into her blue eyes that seemed to cut the Outsider. "Here's the letter and Harlequin also requested I commandeer some medical supplies at your expense."
"Yes, yes," said Dr. Moore. "Dr. Katarina Moore, mayor of the town of Dova, at your service. May I ask why you're here?"
"Harlequin told me to deliver this letter to you," holding out the sanguine red envelope to its recipient who snatched it from his hands and ripped it open. She looked over it for a moment and then back to the Outsider.
"Luckily, Harlequin didn't rely on us for another execution. He often sends people here with 'notes' for me to get my police officers to kill them on site," Katarina said, "Well, this note explains it all. Harlequin says I'm to accompany you in your travels for some reason, and that Henry Preston is now mayor."
"He holds that much pull?" the Outsider asked.
"He gave me this job. He runs every tiny settlement like this one in the Wasteland," Katarina said. "Well, let's go get the medical supplies from my office but be quick about it."
The two of them went into the settlement that was, for the most part, incredibly peaceful. The Outsider walked aimlessly about as Katarina guided him to her office located at the end of the main street in an old-looking hospital. Katarina entered, telling the Outsider to wait outside for her to get the desired medical supplies. After a few minutes, she came out with a slightly happy look on her face. "Radio came in from Vault 86 that the road up is covered in land mines to protect the Vault from a group of Raiders that moved into the area. Harlequin says he'll get his engineers to work on a different way to manufacture medical products so you can keep all the Stimpaks and doctor's bags that I gave you. I can't help but feel that Harlequin is trying to use you for some sort of plan, but I have no idea what."
"So what should we do in the meantime?" the Outsider asked Katarina, hoping for a positive answer.
"Well, there's always work to be done, and people are normally hiring for extra hands. You could check around town for people looking for work," Katarina said. "Though I don't see odd jobs suiting your style very much."
"Who should I see if I want a job where I don't go and fetch milk for the local grocery store?" the Outsider asked.
"Well, you could see the new mayor, Henry Pinkerton, or one of Harlequin's gangs in the area," Katarina said.