So lets go over a few questions

Will they go over the DLC - Yes, and the order will be Dead Money, Honest Hearts, Old World Blues, and finally Lonesome road since that is the chronological order of how the events took place.

What faction will they choose - It wont be the legion i can tell you that! But right now the best bet is to keep you guessing.

Anyway lets get on with the story.

(Edit) Chapter 3 - Your First Blood

It has been a good few hours ever since John and Glynda began their journey. When Glynda asked where they were going she was told that they were headed towards the town of Primm to see if they could get some more clues on the guy who shot them. It was about another hour or two till they get there, and to pass the time John thought it be a good idea to talk about what happened before she awoke.

He first told her about how he and Sunny went through the rundown on the waste and how to not die, and how he helped a few of the town citizens with some minor things. He than moved on to what was probably the most lively thing to ever happen in the town, the fight with the Powder Gangers. He told how he managed to hold round up as much of the town as he could, and fend off against the convict gang, essentially becoming the town hero.

"And so after finally managing to run the Powder Gangers out of town, Ringo was able to return to his caravan company, and Goodsprings was free of the Powder Gangers." John said, wrapping up the story.

"That sounds quite impressive. You managed to round up the town and fight off against a gang of escaped convicts and save the life of a man and become the town hero." Glynda said, summarizing the whole thing.

"Well it wasn't all me, Sunny and Trudy were the ones who managed to round up the townsfolk,

I really just jump started the whole thing."

"But you still fought and protected the people did you not?"

"I mean I did, but I still think I deserve only about half the credit. It's not like I just came in and saved the day all by myself like some comic book hero."

"Well based on what I heard from Sunny and Trudy you sound just like that. You shouldn't doubt yourself."

John only laughed at Glynda's blunt statement, truth be told he didn't like to be put on the spotlight much. It was nice yes, but he felt like people can be over dramatic when it comes to heroes and all that.

"Well moving on to a different topic, we should be near our destination soon, about another hour or less." John said as he looked on his Pip-Boy map.

"And one step closer to finding the person who shot us correct?" Glynda asked.

"Yep, shouldn't be long now, we should be able to see Primm after we go up this road actually."

The two than continued up the charred roads and saw that it made a small incline up, and after they walked up the small angle, they saw what looked like some sort of town far off in the distance.

"Seems like a relatively nice place, but how about we take a small break over by that truck." John said while pointing to the broken truck to the side of the road.

The two walked over to said truck and John unslung his rifle and placed it up on the flatbed, where he himself took a seat with Glynda next to him. John then went to his Pip-boy and pressed a few keys, and soon there was a small green flash and John's rifle was no longer by his side, and canteen filled water appeared in his hands much to Glynda's surprise.

"How did you do that?" She asked.

John only looked over at Glynda and saw that she was eyeing the Pip-boy, and looked really confused and a bit surprised.

"Oh this?" He asked while holding up his arm, "This is a little gift I got from the doc after I woke up. It's called a Pip-boy, and not only does it keep tab on my vitals, keep notes and play music, it also has the ability to keep inventory on whatever I pick up."

When Glynda heard this she was absolutely baffled. Something of this caliber exists on this world. She remembers hearing rumors that Atlas scientists have been working on types of advanced storage devices, but this was different. The fact that this tech existed 200 years ago as well is even more impressive.

"That's amazing, and this technology is available to everyone?"

"Fraid not, see the doc use to be what people call a Vault Dweller. He told me that back before the war people would reserve a spot in these bunkers called Vaults and would wait out the apocalypse in them. Seems that everyone in the vault would get a Pip-boy to help with keeping inventory and monitor each other, least that's what he told me. He gave it to me since he felt like he didn't need it, and that I would make better use out of it on our journey."

"That seems rather odd wouldn't you think?"

"Maybe, but hey I sure won't complain, " John said as he gave the canteen to Glynda,

"Remember to save some of the water, cause I doubt you would want to drink from the wastewater."

To make his point clear, John pointed over to the side where there seemed to be a small crater filled with water. Said water was a dark murky green, filled with trash, and looked to be steaming with radiation.

Totally not okay to drink.

Glynda seemed to get the message round and clear, and slowly began to sip the contents of the canteen. She relished the bland taste due to going a few hours without a drink of anything. She knew already that she was going to have to get use to the feeling of dry mouth for a while since water can mean life or death for you.

John took back the canteen after Glynda was finished, and took a few good sips before he put the cap back on and digitized it back into his Pip-boy. He than stretched out his arms and laid back on the flatbed of the truck, before a sudden idea came to his mind.

"Hey, you want to see another cool thing about this little gadget of mine?"

Before Glynda could respond, John went to his Pip-boy and pressed a few keys before sound came out from the device.

"You're listening to radio New Vegas, your little jukebox out in the Mojave wasteland. I'm your host Mr. New Vegas, and I'm here for you."

It was radio, one that could pick up signals and play music by her guess. This was indeed one nifty piece of technology.

" We have some news coming for you right up, Traders from California are being turned away from Mojave outpost where the NCR is concerned about dangers along Nipton highway and I-15. Gonna play a song for you right now, and it's about that special someone you only find once, in a Blue Moon."

When the man stopped speaking, the speakers came to life with a man singing a song about a blue moon, accompanied by a smooth jazz beat. Glynda found the song to be rather alluring and relaxing. It was that kind of song that your parents listened to back when they were young, but you grow fond of.

"Really cool isn't it?" John asked.

"I have to admit, it does seem to carry it's charm." Glynda said as she listened to the song.

"Yeah. But moving on, let's take a good ten or so minutes to relax a bit before we continue on, I imagine your feet are as sore as mine from all that walking?"

"A break from the constant walking would be very appreciated." Glynda said as she leaned back a bit.

While the two were enjoying their little break, engaging in small talk and all that, they were unaware that they were not alone.

A little further down the road where three individuals wearing matching sets of clothing consisting of dirty black pants, white undershirts and blue jackets with the words NCRCF on the back.

Powder Gangers.

The first one was wearing a backwards baseball cap, a black stubby beard, and was carrying a baseball bat. The second looked to be in his late teens and was bald, had dirty sunglasses on, and had a 9mm pistol on his hip. The last one though was wearing a bulletproof vest over his clothes had short black hair, and had a varmint rifle slung on his shoulder.

"Man I'm fucking thirsty." The first one said.

"We're all fucking thirsty Mac, shut up!" The second one shouted.

"Ben, Mac, shut the fuck up!"

"But it's been over two fucking days since we had water Dan! Are you not fucking thirsty?!"

"Of course I am you idiot, but there's this thing called shutting the fuck up and dealing with it."

"Maybe if someone didn't drink over half the fucking water from those wasters we shot up a few days ago you wouldn't be thirsty would you?!" Ben yelled.

"You know what! How abou-"

Before Mac could respond, Dan hushed him by slapping his hand over his face.

"Hold up fellas, you hear that?" Dan asked.

The two other Powder Gangers didn't respond, but listened closely and soon heard what sounded like music.

"The hell is that?" Ben asked.

"Sounds like music to me, but where the hell is it coming from?" Mac said after knocking Joe's hand away.

Joe didn't answer, but looked down the road ahead and spotted a broken truck off in the distance. There was something in the back of it, two figures. People.

"Well well, looks like we got ourselves some wasters up ahead."

The other two Powder Gangers were now filled with a little bit of hope and joy. On one hand they were thirsty as ever and wanted something to drink other than flat beer, and the possibility that whoever was up ahead had some filled them with hope. Plus they also loved to rob people.

It was a petty pleasure sure, but out in the wastes it was both a necessity and a pleasure.

"Well what are we waiting for, let's fucking blow their brains out." Ben said as he pulled a stick of dynamite from his pocket, but was stopped by Dan.

"Hold your fucking horses Ben. these guys could be armed or something, let's take it nice and slow."

"But we did that last time, it was boring as shit playing nice!" Mac complained.

"Well too bad, I'm the fucking leader here, you little shits listen to me."

The self proclaimed leader of the group of Powder Gangers said no more and walked off towards the two unsuspecting wastelanders. The other two Powder Gangers said nothing else, despite wanting to voice their protests, and joined their friend .

As John and Glynda where taking the time to relax and listen to the Radio, they soon found their little break interrupted by a small group of 3 walking up to them.

The first thing Glynda noticed is that they appeared to be wearing what looked like prison clothing. They all appeared to be armed, putting her on edge, and smiled warmly at her and John. John of course knew who these where, having dealt with the Powder Gangers in Goodsprings.

"Well hello there," The one in the bulletproof vest said politely.

"Hello there, can we help you?" John asked cautiously, his arms close together in case he would need to bring out a weapon from his Pip-Boy.

"Well the thing is, we were just in the area and noticed that you were here enjoying yourselves, and wondered if you folks could possibly spare us some water."

"Well we have some, but it's probably not enough."

The Powder Gangers seemed to nod at this, and the one in the vest stood out in front of them, while the one with the bat walked over to Glynda's side of the truck, while the one with the pistol who looked to be in his teens was on John's side.

"Really, you sure you couldn't spare a sip?" The powder Ganger asked with a rather disturbing smile.

By now the two could tell that things were about to turn bad. The group appeared to be trying to cut them off from escape, and Glynda seemed to notice as she held her pistol close by.

"Perhaps we could share a bit of water." Glynda suggested.

"A bit, okay that sounds nice, but how abo-"

"Hey Dan, isn't that a Pip-boy on that guy's arm?" The one with the baseball bat asked as he looked at John's arm, interrupting his friend.

"Wait, Pip-Boy?" The lead Powder Ganger asked as he looked at John.

"Oh shit! It's that fucker from goodsprings, the one who took out Cobb's Gang!" The one with the pistol yelled.

John saw that the situation turned to shit fast. He saw that the apparent leader was already aiming his rifle at him, while the youngest out of them was aiming his pistol at him as well. The one with the baseball bat aimed towards Glynda, but was able to see the incoming bat. Her Huntress training kicked in and she dodged out of the way in time for the bat to only hit the flat of the truck. She than sent a kick right to the side of his head, knocking him down to the ground hard and no doubt knocking him out.

"Shit, kill them!" The leader said as he fired at John, only for him to jump out of the way.

John acted fast and pressed a hotkey on his Pip-boy and his weathered 10mm pistol appeared in his hand. He rolled out of the way and avoided a bullet from both the rifle and pistol, and then shot right at the one with the rifle. Two bullets made their mark, one through the shoulder, and one to the chest, causing him to fall to the ground from the force.

He heard the one with the pistol in his hands cry out something, and looked over to see him aiming at him, he was scared and shaking a bit from seeing his buddies downed so easily, but before he could shoot at John, a red laser beam hit him right in his chest and sent him down. John looked behind him and saw Glynda with her laser pistol in hand.

"Nice shot." He said to her.

Glynda was about to say something back, but stopped when she saw John get hit in the back and yell out in pain. She looked over to the side and saw the one with the bullet proof vest on laying on his back, but lifting his rifle up and aiming at John. Before he could fire another shot, she aimed the pistol right at him and fired, the laser going right towards him and hit him right in the head. His body than began to glow for a split second, before he began to disintegrate into ash.

Glynda just froze when she saw the man disintegrate. Her eyes were wide and she could only look in horror as the man was just rendered to a pile. She didn't mean to kill him.

John meanwhile was leaning on the back of the truck for support. While the armour he had on didn't stop the bullet from hitting his body, it at least managed to stop some of it's momentum, and stop it from piercing his skin, but man did it hurt.

"Goddamn Powder Gangers," He said,"Glynda are you okay?"

He turned to Glynda, but saw her staring at the pile of ash that was once the Powder Ganger, her hands shaking enough for her to drop the gun.

"Glynda?"

"I killed him."

"Glynda?"

"I didn't mean to, I just wanted too-"

As Glynda continued to ramble to herself, John began to understand the situation. This was Glynda's first time killing a person, her first blood. John also remembered the other guy she shot at, and looked over to see him dead on the side of the road. She killed 2 people today, the other was only knocked out, probably has a concussion from how hard he hit the pavement, but still alive.

He remembered when he was back in Goodsprings for the first time, when he first put a bullet in the head of one of those Powder Gangers. He remembered that he didn't put a second thought to it when they were in the head of the battle. After the battle everyone was celebrating and all, but there was this feeling inside him that reminded him that he took lives that day, so he knows what it's like the first time you kill someone, but Glynda didn't.

Jaune could only watch Glynda lay back against the flat of the truck, and made his way over to her. She didn't seem to see him while she was still in the middle of breaking down, so she was surprised when she felt John's arms wrapped around her.

"It's alright, you did what you had to do."

Glynda said nothing as she felt John try to comfort her, but slowly began to calm down from her little episode. She remained quiet for a little while, the only sound being the John trying to tell her how she did what she had to do in more ways than one, but no matter what she hears, only one thought was in her head.

'What have I done?'

END

Beta - almost stupid