Some Time Later…
Miles woke up to Dogmeat licking his face.
"Get off!" Miles growled, half-laughing as he gently pushed Dogmeat away and sat up. First, his mind was a blur. There was the skin-flayed men that were attacking him. Then he was shot. Then, there was that man and woman…
He remembered. They saved his life. He looked around. He was in a wooden structure of some sort. An old fort.
"Glad to see you are awake." A voice said.
Miles looked to his left to see the woman again. She was his age, if not very close to it. She had a Caucasian skin tone. It was a bit lighter than average, as if she wore that duster all the time, not allowing the sun's rays on her. Her eyes were sky blue in color, her hair rosewood-red. She was wearing it in the "prim and proper" fashion. She had an old cowboy hat in her hands, wearing a duster with what looked like old power armor plating underneath. Across from her was the man she was with. He also wore a duster, which was much less armored, some survival gear attached to it on bandoleers and belts. His skin was much darker, the tone of an African-american, his hair in twisted braids.
"...You saved me." He said.
"The Marked Men would have brutalized you if we didn't." The Man with braids said. "You did not deserve such a fate."
Miles sighed. "Thank you. I owe you a debt I may never be able to repay. I didn't get your names, and where am I?"
The woman smiled. "My name is Clover. I am an assistant to Robert Edwin House. This is Ulysses, a friend of mine. Welcome to New Vegas."
Author's note: My computer has been damaged recently, and I'm not sure how I will continue to work on this. I will let you know when it is fixed, and I plan to repair it asap. Please stand by...