Dateline: 2286
Location: Somewhere on the outskirts of New Vegas
The lights of New Vegas glimmer in the distance, following a road east, away from the city is a ghoul, wearing some sort of armored mechanics jumpsuit. This ghoul, wearing a tired but satisfied look on his face, just broke the bank on the strip, and he prepared himself to celebrate.
Walking towards his shack, with complementary corvega out front, not running of course, he decided that a bottle of whiskey then a good night's rest should should do him good, he was over 230 years old after all! He felt he deserved to enjoy himself.
This is Raul Tejada, a native of a small ranch near Mexico City and a close compatriot of Courier Six, Raul found it strange that he met the closest thing he could call a friend by way of escaping a nightkin-run radio station, but who's to say that stranger things may have happened? Finally opening to the creaking rusted door to his palace of solitude, our friendly neighborhood repair ghoul seated himself upon a chair, bottle of whiskey on hand and the radio set to Radio New Vegas, he then decided upon thoughts of the old days. Raul remembered one such incident that scared away around 50 years of his lifespan, the legendary deathclaw. Six thankfully made sure that the creature didn't live up to its name, ending the hunt rather anti-climatically with a fat man loaded with mini-nuke spreaders, speaking of Six, Raul could only guess what the former courier was up to now.
"I wonder how the ol' boss is doing...maybe I'll drop by Goodsprings and check up on him, think the chica with the giant death gauntlet might be along that way too." Referring to Veronica of Brotherhood fame of course. With his plans for tomorrow set in stone, our favorite Mojave ghoul took one final swig of whiskey, enough for him to prepare to go to sleep.
Somewhere upon the snowy crest of Mount Charleston, there sits a ski lodge, now used as a place of settlement for a group of super mutants and nightkin, one such nightkin is the apparently elderly Lily, despite her appearance, she acts as the same grandmotherly figure she was before she was dumped into the vats of Mariposa, the memories of two children come up now and again in her mind for some reason, but she still remembers to follow the couriers instructions to take full-dosage of her medicine, content with taking care of the bighorners, she noticed that it had already been several months since she saw her dear friend, Lily had half a mind to request from Marcus, the leader of Jacobstown, for her to visit the town of Goodsprings, but then remembered how terrified people were of her, even to this day, silently agreeing that she most likely shouldn't leave Jacobstown until the courier returns, she returned to tending the bighorners.
"Maybe I'll bake the dear some cupcakes, there has to be a package of 200 year-old batter somewhere, right?" Taking it upon herself, Lily finally decided that cupcakes were out of the question, but she did decide that a visit to another friend wouldn't hurt, old Raul Tejeda she believed was his name, besides she was about as human as he was when she thought about it, she decided to discuss it with Marcus tonight, visiting some old friends would surely guarantee a smile not just on her face, but the faces of them as well.
Somewhere along the Long 15 sat a radio post manned by the one and only Arcade Gannon, investigating claims of an unidentified flying object. According to various traders traveling along a newly established route passing Big Mountain that day, thanks part to the courier who established that no danger would come to those traveling past the giant mountain, there had been a severe dust storm several days ago, then a brilliant white light that blinded several caravaneers temporarily before hearing a loud siren-like screech. Gannon theorized this may have gone hand in hand with several ranches nearby reporting mysterious brahmin deaths, it's possible, in his mind at least, that the brahmin had died due to extremely high sonic frequencies in the air, an improvised airwave detection system making confirmation of his claims.
Gathering his equipment, and cleaning his glasses, the former Follower of The Apocalypse made plans to set off to Goodsprings, no doubt to question Six as to whether he had gone to the mountain as of late, perhaps tomorrow morning would be a good time to leave, he should arrive just in time to find Six fixing his specialty desert salad. Feeling content with his plans, he tidied his surroundings, and set off to sleep on a nearby cot.