AN: I own nothing.

Howdy folks, it's Mr. New Vegas, and I have a good feeling about all of you listening. Whoops! Better put on my newsman fedora here… Troubling news from Primm as merchants report a large presence of armed, unsavory figures patrolling the town. Residents are nowhere to be found.. In addition…

A rather supernatural occurrence happened all over the Mojave recently, as residents report briefly seeing a column of heavenly light coming out of the skys. One witness also claimed that it 'violently dropped unarmed citizens' onto the desert floor. Boy, the Mojave Wasteland is just a fascinating place, isn't it? You never know what'll happen next.

Got some tunes coming up for you right now and no matter if you're heading back on a Caravan west or toting your ol' .44, It's always good to be Back in The Saddle Again.

Time: 06:30.

Location: Jean, Nevada.

The camera slowly pans out to two armed men fighting five or so "escaped convicts" armed to the teeth with dynamite and shoddy pistols Italian origi- "MURDERE- BANG! 'MORE LIKE SELF DEFENSE, ASSCLOWN!" Fred hollered, as he takes cover behind a Billboard to reload while Six finishes the rest. "Okay. First few hours out on the road and I'm already a murderer… Can't Get w- OW!" Fred stopped his thought process as a baby gecko tried to nibble on his new shoes.

He pushed the creature away and placed a firm magnum round into its head before jumping out of co- "Took your sweet time to reload there, kid." Six interrupted. Fred paused as he turned to see the aftermath of six's handiwork on full display…

The remaining Gangers were all dead in several forms, some had their heads cleaned right off with giblets of brain splattered about. Fred was about to say something when one of the ragdolls suddenly, without warning, started to clip through the ground and fly around the map like a spider. Six paid no mind to it while Fred…

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?' He screamed, "DID YOU SEE IT? W- HOW DI-' 'Simmer down son, it's The Mojave. That shit happens every so often." Six interjected as the two started to trek towards Primm.

"Every… So often? What do you mean by that?" The jock questioned, "Well sometimes and I have no clue why but anytime a person dies out here in the Mojave they uh… Well they turn into that." Six answered, pointing towards the corpse now zig zagging its way towards the stars.

"That ain't the end of it either" He continued, "Ya know Sunny's dog back in Goodsprings?" He asked, Fred nodded. "Yeah? What about Che-" Before Fred can continue a man dressed in New California Republic army fatigues approached the two with unfortunate news on Primm.

"Hey where the hell do you two think you're going? Primm is off limits." He addressed sternly. "Lemme guess" Six sighed, "Escaped Convicts still fucking up the town?" The soldier nodded and explained the situation. "Yes. Damn Convicts from up the road are still holding the town Hostage. Everyone there is either held up, or dead.' He paused, noting the concerned look on Fred's face.

"Best bet is for you and the kid to squabble back to Goodsprings. Though if you want to continue and face Two more tribes up the road are causing trouble as well, go talk with Lieutenant Hayes. He's in a tent down the road, just staying on the west side of the overpass to avoid getting shot." As he finished the man walked away back to his post.

"Well uh… Six, looks like we're stuck in for it no-' 'not really." Six interrupted, "I got an idea…."

Few hours of fence climbing, sniping convicts, and sneaking into the Vikki & Vance later…

"Well I'll be damned Junior, Where've ya been?" A voice interrupts Fred and Six panting like dogs on some of the Casino Equipment. Six, recognizing the voice perks his head up. "Same goes for you too Nash!" he replied, shaking the old man's hand.

"Johnson, this here's my son Fred. Fred th-' 'One of your bosses?" The jock wheezed, "Pleasure to meet you. Would shake my hands but dad here was a little crazy trying to sneak into this damn town." He said, as he slowly limps outside the casino to check out an eye-bot he saw through the Mojave Express window.

"Well 'dunno when the hell you'd got a son there, but I'm proud of ya." Nash smiled, then went serene. "Now the town's in a pickle but where've ya been? Last few payments went through yet yours didn't." He asked. "Simple, I got ambushed. Guy in a tuxedo shirt and a few Great Khan's behind his back shot me and took the damn package." Six answered, raising his hair slightly to show two 9mm scars before continuing. "Happen to know anyone that fits the bill?" Six quizzed.

"Well, now that you mention it, a few nights back one of the townies was out scavenging for supplies. He said he saw a fella with a daisy suit come through with some of them Great Khan misfits. They was talking about a chip." Nash finished, thinking back to the encounter he heard.

"Must've been them. Guessing the Deputy knows the rest right?" Nash nodded, "Up 'till the convicts showed up and captured him, he was keeping a good bit of notes on them, and he was slinking around Bison Steve when your pretty-boy friend came through… Best bet is going to him."

As Nash finishes, Six unholsters his brush gun and starts to walk out. "Righty Nash, I'll be back in a few moments." As Six steps out of the Vikki and Vance, Fred comes back into view with a fixed up Eyebot that, you guessed it, is ED-E. "Was wondering where you w- You fixed up the Eyebot?" Fred simply nodded as the camera fades to Six explaining the plan on Freeing Deputy Beagle.

AN: Yeah yeah cliff hanger and all but honestly, it's a good seg-way into writing the chaotic Convict hell fighting that is New Vegas modding combat.

The Flying corpse is a nod to the many bugs featured in-game. There'll be more as the story goes on, just as god intended in 500 mod activated glory. Writing some of this was a bitch as I'm basing this off my recent playthrough as well but don't worry, next chapter one of the other gang members is gonna FINALLY join the wild ride. Get ready for that and i'll catch ya's later.