Fallout: WarMonger
Gearing For War
NCR ambassador Lewis Crocker stared down at the hand drawn note on his desk. Across from him sat two rough men, one he recognized and one he did not.
Crocker threw the note back to the Courier. "I can't." he said.
The Courier glanced over at Blue. "And why the hell not?"
Crocker sighed. "You've been gone the better part of a decade, then you come into my father's office and demand I loan you a squad of Rangers and a Vertibird? Are you out of your mind!?"
"I'm pretty sure you know that answer." The Courier replied.
"I'll take that as a yes." Crocker grumbled.
The Courier shot up from his seat. "Lewis, six years ago, your pa owed me a big fucking favor before he up and disappeared and now I want you to cash it in!"
Crocker stood up as well. "I can't just commission a Vertibird for immediate use as well as a squad of elite NCR Rangers!"
"And why not? Is something holding you back? You have more NCR authority on the entire Strip! Nobody's gonna say no to the son of Dennis Crocker." the Courier replied.
Crocker sat heavily into his chair and began rubbing his head as to nurse a migraine. "If I do this, you don't come back here, you don't show your face in this building, I don't even want to hear your name."
The Courier crossed his arms. "Mason Wilcot, Mason Wilcot, Mason Wilcot!"
Crocker stared at the bizarre individual. He just couldn't read him. "Dad always said you were a strange one."
"What can I say," said the Courier. "It's a wild wasteland out there."
/
Jim stormed into his quarters with Ellie trailing close behind. Jim sat down on a chair and Ellie crossed her arms and stared at the grizzly looking young man.
"What?" Jim asked.
Ellie sighed. "You killed someone?"
Jim looked at her with slight confusion before standing up and taking a step towards her. Ellie; in response, took one step back. Jim stopped and glanced around his room, unsure of what to say to her.
"Not directly."
"What the hell does that mean!?" Ellie asked angrily.
Jim groaned. "I gave the order to take the shot at the Gun Runner guards and the Kings but I swear, I myself didn't kill anyone."
Ellie gave Jim a look of disgust and turned to leave the room. Jim quickly moved forward and grabbed her wrist to stop her before she opened the door. Ellie turned and stared at him.
"You're gonna rape me? Is that it?" Ellie asked.
Jim's heart sank and he looked down at his boots. "No." he said before pulling her into a kiss.
At first, Ellie tried to push him off but he was persistent and she eventually stopped as the two young people settled for the night.
/
"Just bring it back in one piece!" Crocker yelled from the cracked pavement of Camp McCarran."
The Courier yelled back. "We'll try."
The Vertibird and the squad of NCR Rangers they commandeered flew off over the walls of McCarran. Lewis Crocker watched with a pained expression as it narrowly avoided crashing into one of pre war air traffic control towers.
On the Vertibird, the Courier and Blue were trying to stay situated inside the horribly vibrating aircraft.
"Do you know what you're doing!?" Blue shouted to the man in the cockpit.
The man; an NCR recruit, was pressing buttons left and right. "Uh, more or less."
The Vertibird jolted again, sending Blue sprawling across the wide deck.
"Which one!?" the Courier shouted.
"Less!" Their so called "pilot" shouted back.
Suddenly, the Vertibird veered off towards the south. The pilot nor the Courier looked the least bit concerned so Blue spoke up.
"Where exactly are we going?" Blue asked.
"We're going to see an old friend!" the Courier called over the sound of the engines.
/
Craig Boone sat on a chair cleaning his rifle. That day, he hadn't a care in the world with the desert sun to his back and his 1st Recon beret to signify the importance of his marksmanship skills. In the distance, Boone heard the sounds of Vertibird engines and looked up from his cleaning.
In the distance came a Vertibird with NCR markings adorning the sides and front. From a door on the side, Boone could see a figure hanging out and waving another red beret. Boone stood up from his chair and smiled.
"You son of a bitch." he said with a smile. He knew who it was in that Vertibird.
/
Moments later, Boone found himself sitting rather uncomfortably in a seat in the NCR Vertibird alongside the Courier, a squad of Rangers, and one man he'd never seen before.
"Hi." Blue said. "My names Blue."
Blue held out his hand but Boone simply stared at it.
"Not a fan of handshakes, huh?" Blue whispered to the Courier.
The Courier only shook his head in response.