Prologue: Far Away from Home

There were four boys sitting in a gazebo, each glancing awkwardly at each other as the tension in the air was thick.

"So...who wants to introduce themselves? Not all at once." One of them spoke up, stretching.

Another sighed, sheathing some small throwing knives. "Alright, alright...name's Maron Romero." He looked to be 17 years old with ruffled and messy red hair, glossy brown eyes, and 5'8 in height. He wears a red mask covering his nose and mouth, a black hoodie with chains being the design, red skinny jeans, and black combat boots with red laces.

"Next, please?"

"Skyler Gates! A pleasure to meet you gentleman." The third boy said, looking to be 18 years old and 5'9 in height with bandages wrapped around his hands, icy blue eyes, and white slicked-back hair. He wears a long-sleeve light blue dress shirt, a black tie, white slacks, and blue tennis shoes. He then went back to polishing his twin pistols in a panicky manner.

"Finally, we have…"

The last boy looked away, scoffing as he held what appeared to be a sniper rifle. "...Krim Mercado." He looked to be 16 years old and 5'7 in height with black hair with red highlights and amber eyes, wearing a red t-shirt and black pants over some compression gear with his shoes being new white sneakers. In addition, he wears a bulletproof vest over the t-shirt but underneath a white hoodie he wears.

"Thank you-"

"Wait, you haven't introduced yourself, Ms.-" Maron spoke up.

"Oh, little ole me?" He giggled. "My name's Wisteria Leblanc. It's an honor to be surrounded by strong men." He looked 16 years old and 5'6 in height with lavender eyes, long ombre purple hair tied into a bun with some pieces left out on the side, and wears a black suit pant, a short sleeve purple striped top, and black dress shoes with a purple outline.

"...wait, I thought you were a girl." Skyler confusingly said.

"Well, while I may come off looking like a girl, I am 100% a boy." Wisteria smiled.

Krim looked over, Maron began to stutter, and Skyler went red in the face,

"Well then, shall we go grab some lunch?"

And with that, the four quickly walked out of the gazebo in search of nourishment.

Later…

"So, now that we've all introduced ourselves, what should our team name be?" Wisteria spoke up, sitting in a circle in the middle of their dorm room

"How about MWSK or SKWM?" Skyler raised his hand. "Maybe even MSWK!"

"Sound it out," Maron asked. "Let me know if it sounds stupid to you because it does to me!"

"Mudskipper...Murasaki...Musk...Musket...Muskrat…Moonstruck...Silkworm..." The gentleman sounded dejected before hanging his head. "Yeah, you're right…"

"WSMK," Krim muttered.

"And become Woodsmoke?" Maron sighed, facepalming. "This is going to be a long first night with you idiots, I swear…"

"Who the fuck are you calling an idiot?" The sniper glared at Maron.

"You and Mr. Pretty Gentlebitch here!"

Skyler was taken aback. "Wait, what?!"

"Krim, Maron...please calm down," Wisteria spoke, his plea to calm down being ignored as both teammates started butting heads, Skyler somehow getting caught in the mix.

Suddenly, smoke filled the room.

"What the fuck?!" Maron started coughing, having taken off his mask earlier.

"Shit...someone must've left something in...here…" Skyler passed out, having coughed too hard.

Krim quickly slumped over as Wisteria fell back in his seat.

When the smoke cleared, three men walked into the room, two of which grabbed two members each and followed the first man out of there.

(I live once again. So, this is either the best or worst idea I've ever had. Anyway, disclaimer!

Skyler, Wisteria, Krim, and Maron all belong to me while Fallout: New Vegas belongs to Bethesda and Obsidian.

I'll see you guys soon. Bye!

-Alicia)