So, I got a couple of votes... THANK YOU FOR FUCKING VOTING! OH MY GOD! ITS SO GOD DAMN DIFFICULT FOR PEOPLE TO GET THE MEMO, HOLY SHIT!
REVIEWS!
N'wah: Cool. Alright, N-Word of Morrowind.
Chriddi: Cool.
TheRealShenron: Nice name. You probably want me to update my dragon ball fanfic, don'tchya. Well... I'll get on it.
Mandalore The Survivor: Yeah alright.
Rambles...
About The Desert Ranger helmet. I did some research (Played honest hearts for the first time. Incredible DLC.) and found out it had markings on it, so I'm having the courier paint those over and have a small paint job on the side of the Platinum Chip. Because he was shot twice in the head for it...
I've also decided that most music prior to the year 1990 exists. So, I hope you guys like the MGSV soundtrack.
The fallout universe is based on what people from 1997 thought people from 1950 thought that the future would look like. It's NOT a CONTINUOUS STATE OF THE DECADE 1950-1959! So don't be on my ass. I came up with a lore explanation for the music being from years prior to 1972. (They were probably doing an oldies special for the week prior to the bombs, across the states.) Hence why Galaxy News Radio was playing stupidly old music for the time. At the damn capital of all the United states commonwealths.
I'm thinking about giving The Courier a name by the end of the story. Something from Western-Asia, Eastern-Africa. Maybe a Greek name. Tell me if it'll fit later on?
(I wrote that last year.)
Because of the Fallout TV series coming out, I wanted to wait and see if my west coast would be cannon compliant post new Vegas.
it won't be cannon compliant. Or, at least the Mojave, Zion, Divide, Sierra Madre, and big MT area. California will be cannon compliant (Somewhat) though.
Changes to Courier's Skills ...
Barter: 100
Energy Weapons: 100
Explosives: 100
Guns: 100
Lockpick: 100
Medicine: 95
Melee Weapons: 100
Repair: 100
Science: 100
Sneak: 100
Speech: 99
Survival: 66
Unarmed: 100
Changes to Couriers SPECIAL...
Perception: 5 (He has 20/20 vision what can I say?)
Endurance: 6 (I mean, surviving becoming a lobotomy takes a ton of endurance right?)
Charisma: 1 (It's utterly useless in Vegas because there's no charisma checks.)
Intelligence: 10 (I was an idiot, skills rely on points given by intelligence.)
All 7 implants were acquired for special stats.
Changes To Courier's Perks:
Added:
Super Slam!
Khan Trick
Ranger Takedown
Piercing Strike
The ability to kick enemies
Lord Death of Murder Mountain
Hand Loader
Changes to Courier's Inventory...
-1 Super-Stimpak
-14 5.56 ammunition
2 Med-X
4 MFC Grenades
1 Combat Knife [On Gun-Belt]
And 1 Psycho
Added the magazine amounts such as...
All American has 4 magazines. 1 holds 24 rounds total, the others hold 20 rounds each.
Anti-Material Rifle has 2 mags that hold 8 rounds each. But it doesn't matter too much since any bolt action should have the option to load from the bolt.
Maria has 1 Gold-Ivory mag that holds 13 rounds, and 4 standard mags that all hold 13 rounds each.
The Ranger Sequoia holds 5 rounds.
2283, July 6th, 9:13 PM, New Reno, California...
A Chrysalis Highwayman rolled through the surprisingly new asphalt street. Eventually parking at one of the local casinos.
The Courier stepped out of his car and turned off his Riot Gear Helmet's night vision system.
The NCR had come to this place as an intermediary point for those that couldn't make it to Vault city after the bomb dropped on Shady Sands.
He had allowed the NCR some control in the Vegas area after their capital was nuked. But under one strict stipulation: New Vegas and the strip were his. The high powered Securitron army was his. And while he was gone, all the power went to the one man he trusted the most:
Raul.
Raul was the one who fought alongside him the most, not counting Eddie, or ED-E as his designation was. Raul had taught him how to shoot straight with high caliber or high powered weaponry.
But if Raul went with him?
Arcade.
Arcade was the smartest of them, and the one with familial connections to some of the greatest tactical minds The Courier had ever conversed with.
He once outfitted Yes Man with a securitron that had alien weaponry that the Courier had hallucinated into existence once. He even improved his programming to only listen to people that The Courier deemed he should. To avoid any... unsavory things for the Mojave.
But Arcade could never wrap his head around the Holy Hand Grenades that The Courier showed him.
Arcade wasn't his tight hand though. That went to Rose of Sharon Cassidy.
Or Cass for short.
She was the one who made him get the fuck up when he got launched by a Deathclaw Alpha all the way from Quarry Junction to Sloan when he was under geared and under skilled. Hell, In that glistening sunlight, The Courier could've swore she was an angel. An angel that stomped on his shin with multiple hairline fractures when he was drifting into a concussion to keep him awake, but an Angel still.
Then there was his left hand...
Boone.
Boone was the one who got shit done and people killed when need be. A nearly as good shot is he was. He knew when to cut ties when he had to. The Courier still wondered what he was like before his wife and unborn child were sold by that old piece of shit lady.
He had two others: Lily and lastly, Veronica.
Lily was a schizophrenic Nightkin, who acted like a grandmother who called him Little Jimmy... or was it Timmy? Which about sums her...? it...? Up.
Veronica was... Well, the Courier would tear apart anyone that hurt her in any way. She was a lesbian, sure. And he wasn't sure he'd call his feelings for her; love.
But he sure had a visceral reaction when Father Elijah had kidnapped him. Not because of the bomb collar, but because he knew who he was and that Elijah had abandoned that tiny Oasis in a Galaxy sized desert named Veronica.
Honestly, None of them have any idea why The Courier reacted like that for her. The best way to put it is that It's like a strange, reverse, survival instinct.
"Oye, mensajero, you alright?" Raul called to him.
"I'm fine, just thinking about our friends." The Courier stated back with his nearly signature radio modulated voice.
"Well stop daydreaming Boss. We have to meet Mr. Bishop." The Courier nodded to his words. "Yeah, let's get moving... Rex!" He called, which earned a bark in affirmative from the back seat. "I know I have the key, but make sure that you use force on anyone that tries to steal the car. I don't care if it's lethal."
Rex.
Well he was a good friend's Cybernetic dog. Even after he got him a new brain, he was still the same old dog. Just more experienced than before.
"You coming?" Raul called from just before the Casino's entrance.
"Yeah."
2287, October 15th, 2:21 PM, Cambridge Ruins...
Sitting on a rusted chair in the dim building, The helmetless Ranger overlooked the process of the Vault Dweller's recovery, all the while putting more ammo into his depleted magazine.
A song was playing from his Pip-Boy 3000 as the Woman on his sleeping bag shifted around slightly.
The Ranger couldn't really place the name of the song that was playing, but one of the more prominent string of words in the song was; Eyes without a face, got no human grace, Your Eyes without a face... so his educated guess would be "Eyes Without a Face."
"Ughhh..." The Vault dweller groaned and tried to get up as quickly as possible, gaining the attention of The Ranger, whom kicked his chair back, and began helping the woman sit up. "Woah, slow down there! Those mutants had you clocked out for a few hours."
"Wh-What happened?"
"Those Mutants were probably goin' to eat'chya if I hadn't stepped in." The Ranger pulled the nearly empty Stimpak out of her arm. "Can you tell me your name? Wouldn't want you to experience memory loss..." He spoke grimly, as he can't even remember his real name. "Nora..." Nora jostled her head a little. "What were those things?"
"Super-Mutants. Now... what were you doing in the wasteland with nothing but a dog, a Vault suit, a Pip-Boy, and a 10 Millimeter pistol?"
"My Laser Musket blew up in my hands a day ago..." The Ranger raised a brow. "What the hell is a Laser Musket?" Nora went to answer, but he shook his head and held up a hand. "I don't wanna know. What I wanna know is what your vault did to you." Nora tilts her head in questioning. "How do you-" The Ranger cuts her off. "I've been to other vaults. They're almost always a twisted experiment... Except for Vault 13."
"Sorry?"
"It's a vault in California. The original experiment was seeing what prolonged isolation would do to the populace. We're getting off track, are you gonna tell me about what Vault-Tec did?" The Ranger asks again.
"Why should I tell you?" Nora asks. "Cause I protected you while you were unconscious and provided First-Aid. You are very welcome by the way." Nora rubbed where the Stimpak needle used to be. "They..." Nora sighed. "They froze us in these... Cryo-Pods when we entered. I only just got out a week ago."
"As much as I wish I could say that's the craziest thing I've heard..." He thinks back to the time he had to convince his own BRAIN to be put back into his noggin. "S'not." The man hands Nora her mangled 10mm pistol. "So you're like a ghoul. Being Pre-War an' all."
"Ghouls... Is nobody gonna explain those things to me?" The Ranger shrugs. "You're down another gun. Mine and Eddie's services usually cost 100-300 caps..."
Nora sighs. "I have 5 caps." She pulled 5 bottle caps labelled "Nuka-Cola" out of a pocket on her bandoleer.
"I'll take 'em." The Ranger snatches the bottlecaps out of her hand, lured by the prospect of a cold beer at The Dugout Inn. "Lets go."
"Wha- But- I don't even have a gun!" Nora had exclaimed, causing the Ranger to stop in place, before turning around and drawing the white pistol in his off-hand holster. Flipping it with his wrist, barrel in his hand, the engraved grip toward the woman. "I want this back when you find a pistol or rifle. It has 13 rounds, tell me when you need another mag." Nora grips the pistol. "Who are you?"
"Just a humble Mercenary, ma'am. Though, many 'round these parts call me the Ranger."
"That's a strange name." Nora commented as she checked the magazine. He only hummed in acknowledgment.
The Ranger took the barricades off the door, before letting said door fall to the ground with a snap. "Could you put that sleepin' bag on my rucksack and hand it over to me?" He unholstered his 5-round revolver and checked the outside, before heading back in for his helmet.
"Eddie, we've got another client..." ED-E didn't start up immediately start up, making The Ranger smack his open palm onto the robot's body. "Wake up!"
The Eye-Bot beeped wildly before hovering. "This fine Lady over here has hired us for the time being. So get on your A-Game." The Ranger jabs his thumb toward the Vault Dweller and her German Shepard. "Get it?"
The Robot nods up and down before heading toward Nora, beeping in hello. "Uh... Hi there...?"
The Ranger fastens his helmet/gas mask to his head and grabs his bag from Nora. "Where are we headed?" His modulated voice asks. "I was hoping to get to Diamond City." Nora stated. "Ah... Well, fair warnin' from what I've heard; The Mayor is a coward an' a racist to ghouls and Generation-One Super-Mutants. Not to mention the hostility toward the resident Detective."
"Detective?" Nora asked The Ranger, who nodded. "Yeah. One of the most honest men I've ever met. Or... Man-Droids I've ever met."
"I'm sorry? Man-Droid?"
"You'll know when we get there." The man holstered his revolver and snatched his Assault Rifle from his bag. Keeping the rifle in his hands pointed toward the ground. "Let's go. I know a safer route near a place called Bunker Hill. Make sure you keep up, Ma'am." He led the small group out the building and to a blockade of rusted cars. Helping everyone but ED-E over.
Their long trek through the ruined city was rather uneventful, only coming across 2 stray raiders that The Ranger dealt with so fast, that Nora didn't even know they were there until the final bullet casing ejected from his All-American.
"All right. This is bunker hill. You can tell by the giant monument." The Ranger had said as they entered the open area around the enclosed, undermanned, fortress.
Nora had known where bunker hill was of course, it was near the Law Firm she once worked at a little over a week ago to her.
"I know what this place is..." She sighed at the foregone memories that were just so recent. "Do we have any more stops after this?"
"We do. Just one more." The Ranger had said as he stretched a little. "A place called the Combat Zone. It's an agreed upon neutral ground between Settlers, Raiders, and Gunners."
Nora had tensed at the mention of Raiders. "Why are we stopping there?"
"Well, I don't know if you've checked your fancy Pip-Boy 4000 at all on the way here, but we'd be lucky to make it to the Fens by midnight. Listen..." The Ranger had started;
1.) [Speech: 25] My job right now is to make sure that you get to Diamond City Alive. And I don't fuck up my jobs.
2.) [Speech: 65] It'd hurt me to see someone die on the street so new to this screwed world without a fighting chance. Pretty sure I already proved that to you.
3.) [Speech: 99/100] So... after this job, maybe you'd wanna go out...? I know a good place.
4.) Whatever you're looking for, there's a pretty high chance you'll find it in Diamond City. Best you make it there alive first.
5.) [Guns: 75] You saw me in action before, I'd clear the whole area out before one of them could draw their weapon.
(A/N: I'm gonna let the readers decide what the FSole Survivor looks like. As in; Blonde hair or Black hair. Or grey eyes or brown eyes. And body type. Those types of things. I don't wanna seem like a damn incel.)
(A/N: 2024 Baconator here. I want YOU to VOTE on the dialogue option at the end of each chapter. I wrote #3 as a joke though. That option won't count as a vote. It's the whole reason I capped his speech at 99. You can't just hit on a recent Widow even if you didn't know she had a husband in the first place.)
It's been a while. I'm sorry. I no longer have any type of laptop to write on and school has been hitting me hard.