(also for your Courier put in how you want them captured)
- Somewhere In The Mojave Desert The Middle Of The Night -
a 6'9" man sat next to a raging fire, a duo of Brahmin Steaks cooked over the heat of the fire the man was adorned head to toe in a set of Elite Riot Gear a brown backpack sat by him with a Riot Shotgun strapped next to it. on his hip rested a large black revolver with yellow engravings rested on his hips.
This man was Randall Clark better known as The Courier the man who liberated New Vegas from not only the likes of The Legion and The NCR but the strip's former leader Mr. House who now rotted away dead with a bullet resting in his skull. Randall was a rather quiet man who only really talked when needed or to his companions, each of which was off doing their own things leaving the antistatic man alone.
only 5 months prior the man who is now known as Randall was shot in the head by the now dead man Benny who tried to kill him to take the platinum chip. The shot left him little memory of his past life, not even his name, The name he now possessed wasn't his originally and belonged to the original Randall Clark who's life ended decades before his life began, the man learned of him as he traveled through Zion in an attempt to earn some caps. and moved by his history the man took his name Randall Clark, To make the name known across the Mojave as he believed the man should have been known.
as he worked his food he suddenly was alerted to a new presence nearby but before he could draw a weapon or even stand he felt a sudden sharp stab in his neck. reaching up pulled out a type of dart which caused him to panic slightly before his consciousness began to fade forcing him into the world of unconscious just as a familiar voice chuckled and said "Just as before~"