This is based off of the two mods for Fallout New Vegas which is the tale of two wastelands mod which ports fallout 3 into new vegas where the two stories are referenced where the courier is the same person from the fallout vault. So the same character saves across both games. Also, major spoilers for the entire Bioshock franchise, Fallout 3, and New Vegas. Knowledge of these worlds is highly recommended and some creative liberties are taken as how this story will end is heavily influenced by Elizabeth and another character.

The other mod is the Elizabeth companion mod by yscsn where Elizabeth from Bioshock infinite is brought into new vegas with a neat tie in story. Highly recommend checking it out but I will be following the premise of that story in how she arrives into New Vegas.

This will be based on my perspective in first person and will be following a high karma walk through as Elizabeth requires a high karma to stay as a companion.

Finally, this is the first time I am writing a story so any feedback is greatly appreciated.

Chapter 1, An Unexpected Delivery

October 3, 2281

"Howdy folks, it's Mr. New Vegas, and I have a good feeling about all of you I'm gonna play a song for you right now. It's about that special someone you only find once... in a Blue Moon."

Upon hearing the voice from my radio, I opened my eyes and as I heard "Blue Moon" playing on my radio—it was time for me to get up. It was 8:04 a.m., and usually I don't like sleeping in but I was up so late last night, I couldn't help myself. I had some business that led late into the night to around 2 a.m.. I pulled myself out of bed, rubbed my eyes, and eventually got up. I put on my mark two armor and made my way to the elevator when I was greeted by Victor, the Securitron Robot that always sticks around my room.

"Mornin, pardner, I got something for you I found in your mailbox." He remarked in the cheery voice he always has as he handed me a decently sized box. On some level, his voice always sounds so creepy , especially given the world we live in. Doesn't feel like it fits in all that well.

"Thanks, you know who left it?" I questioned.

Victor answered, "No idea, sorry pardner. Mr. House says it was just two people that looked like they were in a hurry."

I examined the box. It was decently sized, made of wood that looked decently carved and as I unhooked the latch that held the top to the box and opened it, I was greeted with a letter and I immediately started to read it.

Dear Courier,

This key unlocks one room in the old abandoned Freeside Hotel. We think you will be able to find something of interest there.

Good Luck.

P.S.

Have you heard about the pre war high speed underground? Some people say that it is still operational.

I examined the rest of the box and found the key to unlock the room. It read 212 as I flipped the key over in my hand. I am unsure as to what this all could lead to as there is not much information about it. Not to mention there is no name or return address of whoever put this in my box so I couldn't track down who they were. Regardless, I put everything away and walked into the elevator. I pushed the button to take me down to the casino in order to make my way to that Freeside Hotel.

Hell, even Mr. House, after first meeting with him, I don't trust even. Yeah his robot, Victor, saved my life, but it still made me question his motives. This platinum chip of his sounds so mysterious and I don't know his true intentions with it. So I've been cautiously thinking about what to do next after meeting him a few days ago but time will tell what I do next.

I continued walking to the hotel and on my way, I was greeted by the sights of the Strip. Sure it was morning and none of the lights were on, but average people getting to where they need to go to the NCR running to their post to not be late helped give energy to the area despite how deserted the casino's were really in the morning. I opened the door that led me to Freeside.

Freeside isn't really the best place to be going without protection. Run - down town with assholes looking to rob you for something as simple as your shoes. You gotta look tough, like someone you don't want to screw with just to get around. Thankfully, my service rifle and 44 magnum have something to say as well as my mark two armor. I've done my best to stay out of factions in the Mojave. They all have their own agendas, and though I've been more aligned with the New California Republic, I still try to stay out of their politics.

I arrive at the abandoned Freeside Hotel, and yeah, it's got the looks of a shithole alright. Most buildings look like that nowadays but you can blame the nuclear war from 200 years ago for that. But this one looks like it's crumbling inside and out. As I enter the main hall looks fine but as I go down and look to my left, it's clear the true extent of the damage.

"Hope this room has not collapsed in itself" I said to myself. Using my pip boy's light, I navigated my way to the second floor. A cold, eerie feeling settled in me as I walked around as not only was this place abandoned long ago, but it was recently used in some areas. could have been smugglers or deals gone wrong or really anything these days. I make myself up to the second floor towards room 212. I grab the key out of my pocket and unlock the door. As I enter, there is a sink to my left and to my right at the end of the room is a desk with a terminal on it. I approach the terminal and access the personal files. It was just a long list of documents so to make it easier, I emailed them to my pip boy.

I receive an audio log and files of scan data from an old underwater city with coordinates to its exact location. Not only that, there was a digitally scanned painting of a man and a woman dancing with each other that looked like they were slow dancing. I could not make out the other man's face but the woman was clear. She was a brunette with blue eyes, caucasian, had red lipstick, and wore an outfit I had never seen before. It was a white shirt that had a blue color with a red ribbon tied underneath and blue cuffs at the end of the shirt. On the red ribbon in the middle was a pendant with a bird on it.

I will admit she is very beautiful. Kinda reminds me of those old photographs of people showing off outfits from back then without them being explicit. Never really found them all appealing long term. But something does stick out to me about the painting and that's the look the woman is giving. She looks distraught and miserable. "Is she being forced to dance? Or is it something else on her mind?" I thought.

I turn on the audio log and a man from some sort of show called Fact from Myth talks about a legend of an underwater city called Rapture that was believed to be fiction until artifacts rose to the surface to confirm its existence. A woman in New York city believed to have some sort of connection from an anonymous source to Rapture and when presented the artifacts, the painting was what got a reaction from her. The log was from 1983, 300 years ago. So no doubt that whoever this woman was has been long dead which means this place has to roughly exist around that time as well. But then again, this really raises more questions than answers to me. If this place exists, what could be there? Weapons from long before the bombs dropped that could be incredibly valuable today? Or research that can change how we live?

All of these questions would have to wait as if I was going to travel to this supposed place, I was going to need to find a High-Speed underground. Then it occurred to me that I would need to head East to an old train station as that was where the High-Speed underground train existed. As I leave the Freeside Hotel, a group of raiders approach me wearing clothes similar to the Van one in the middle seemed to be the leader given his clothes looked nicer then the two next to him. He was at least a few inches shorter than me despite his "well kept" look. But that ain't saying much these days, he still looks like a dirty piece of shit.

"What were you doing there," he demanded.

"I was following a lead for something."

"What for," he demanded again.

"Nothing that concerns you."

"It does concern me if you were screwing around with something in there. We have business ventures that only concern the Van Graff gang."

"Look I dont give a shit what you do in there, all I was doing was checking a room I had a key to and that's it. I didn't touch anything else." I replied, giving him a cold look.

"If you touched anything that had to do with our business, we will find you and show you what happens when you fuck with the Van Graff." he refuted, trying to stand taller than me.

"Well good luck to your business then. Me, I'm going back to mine. Have a nice day." I responded, sarcastically and walked away.

I got on the road, turned on my radio to the Radio New Vegas station and started my walk there. Even though it was September, patrolling the Mojave was no joke. The heat really makes the trip to wherever you go feel far longer than it actually feels. The saying I always hear the NCR say about "Patrolling the Mojave really makes you wish you had a nuclear winter" really has some merit to it. If I take my armor off, sure I can feel a bit cooler. However, you have so much wildlife to deal with. From regular coyotes, mole rats, to other radiated creatures, life ain't really easy in the Mojave. Radscorpions can easily poison you without proper protection and a bitch to kill given the radiation hardening the strength around their skin and their size making them 4 times their original. Then you get radiated geckos where again, they quadruple their original size thanks to radiation and can strike at you like a pack ready to rip you apart. But the worst of them all is death claws. I have encountered one before with help, but near Sloan they have become a problem with so many congregating in one place. These things take many people to take just one down so having multiple I can only imagine the skin, huge size, and claws made to tear through anything besides power armor makes them a force to be reckoned with. So looking at my choice of either sweating my ass off in the armor but safe or taking it off and being cool but risk being killed easier, I'll pick the first option.

Few hours later, I arrived at the underground entrance. I can easily tell this place looked semi lived in but was rigged with mines everywhere given the subtle beeping I could hear. Watching where I walked, around the mines, the last thing I needed was to blow myself up in a tunnel that could easily collapse. Suddenly, I hear a loud screech down the tunnel. I recognized that noise anywhere. Feral Ghouls. These things were human once, but long exposure to radiation turned them into the freaks they are today and any sense of humanity or knowledge was lost due to that. I saw a group of them running towards me and I pulled out my service rifle and picked them one at a time off. The echo of the tunnel only amplified the noise of the rifle and I was afraid this would only attract more of them. I was able to get it down to two and immediately switch to my .44 magnum and put the rest of them down swiftly. Thing is, a good half of them must have landed on the mines but as long as I do not move their bodies, the mines would not go off and I can at least get around them. Going back to carefully moving my feet around the bodies trying to not even brush them, I was able to make it to a point where I saw the path was blocked off by debris but I could make a left into a maintenance section of the tunnel.

This path brought me down further to the underground station and I could feel the air getting much more musty and cooler. Eventually, I reached the old high-speed train and I immediately questioned the sturdiness of this train. Multiple windows were broken, seats looked so rotten I would not be surprised if plants and wildlife lived in only truly secure place to sit without the wind blowing really hard by you from the high speed of the train, was the front part with all the controls. I sat down, closing the door behind me and securing it before typing in the coordinates to where I needed to go on the East Coast. The train let out a loud initial screech like the sound of the gears and wheels of the train moving for the first time in years as it took off at high speed. While I waited, I took another look at the painting and the additional files I had received. I saw a letter that was addressed to a Dr. Greggson and started reading:

A major breakthrough was made in the underwater city project you've been working like you were right all along. Our submarine has located the huge underwater structures while patrolling the Northern Atlantic regions near the coordinates you provided us with. The preliminary scans indicate that some of the structures are intact and contain air. The exact geolocation data and scan results are attached to this letter.

Considering the importance of possible recovery of any lost technologies, we will organize an expedition to the city.

You are to arrive at Base 154, Washington, D.C. immediately. You will be provided with further instructions upon arrival.

Looks like it's back to D.C. Haven't been there in four years though I'm unsure if I want to be looking forward to it given how long it's been and what happened. Regardless, this letter proves Rapture exists even if the letter is from four years ago. And the mention of lost technology being there really makes me further wonder what else could be there. However, there is something on my mind. What happened to these scientists and why have we not heard anything from this since their expedition? I guess I will find out when I get there. Until then, I feel I should reflect on a few things on how far I've come.