I do not own Fallout at all. As for the characters, they can die at any moment in this story. This is part of my Fallout Series for my Fallout Universe that I am working on in my spare time. Cause we all know that war, War never changes.
"When atomic fire consumed the earth, those who survived did so in great, underground vaults. When they opened, their inhabitants set out across ruins of the old world to build new societies, establish new villages, forming tribes. As decades passed, what had been the American southwest united beneath the flag of the New California Republic, dedicated to old-world values of democracy and the rule of law.
As the Republic grew, so did its needs. Scouts spread east, seeking territory and wealth, in the dry and merciless expanse of the Mojave Desert. They returned with tales of a city untouched by the warheads that had scorched the rest of the world. And a great wall spanning the Colorado River. The NCR mobilized its army and sent it east to occupy the Hoover Dam, and restore it to working condition.
But across the Colorado, another society had arisen under a different flag. A vast army of slaves, forged from the conquest of 86 tribes: Caesar's Legion. Four years have passed since the Republic held the Dam - just barely - against the Legion's onslaught. The Legion did not retreat.
Across the river, it gathers strength. Campfires burned, training drums beat. Through it all, the New Vegas Strip has stayed open for business under the control of its mysterious overseer, Mr. House. And his army of rehabilitated Tribals and police robots. I am a courier, hired by the Mojave Express, to deliver a package to the New Vegas Strip. What seemed like a simple delivery job has taken a turn ...for the worse."
I started to come around and saw my hands were bound as I heard a voice say, "You got what you were after, so pay up." That was when I heard a Second voice say, "You're crying in the rain, pally." I tried to get my hands free when a third voice said, "Guess who's waking up over here?" Looking up, I saw them, two Khans and a man in a checkered Suit. The Man in the Checkered suit said that it was time to cash out. He was the second voice I heard. Then the Khan to his right asked him, "Would you get it over with?"
"Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face, but I ain't a fink, dig?" The Man in the Checkered Suit replied before pulling out of his inner pocket a Platinum chip, the package I was supposed to deliver to the Strip. He then said to me that I made my last Delivery. He added that he apologized that I got twisted up in this scene, whatever that means, before pulling out a M 9mm pistol, looked custom made too. I glared at the man in the checkered suit as he said, "From where you're kneeling it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck." He then aimed it at me while saying, "Truth is... the game was rigged from the start." Before he pulled the trigger and shot me.
I felt myself drifting in and out of Consciousness as they buried me in that graveyard and left me for dead. I laid there buried when I felt something moving, then before I blacked out, I saw some kind of cowboy hat. Waking up I realized I was on a medical table, my head wrapped up with bandages and a splintering headache. That was when I heard a voice say, "You're awake. How about that." As my vision came back and I sat up, the voice then said, "Whoa, easy there. Easy. You been out cold a couple of days now."
Soon my vision came back and I saw an elderly man sitting near me, he had a mustache on his upper lip and wore a Field hand outfit. He then said, "Why don't you just relax a second? Get your bearings." I put a hand on my head as the old man wanted to see how bad my head was and asked for my name.
"Jack… Jack Bensley." I replied with.
The Old Man put his hand on his chin as he said, "Huh. Can't say it's what I'd have picked for you. But if that's your name, that's your name." He then introduced himself to me as Doc Mitchell and I was in his clinic in Goodsprings.
"Now, I hope you don't mind, but I had to go rooting around there in your noggin to pull all the bits of lead out." Doc Mitchell told me as I did what he suggested about getting my bearings. He then said that he took pride in his needlework but asked me to tell him something if he left anything out of place. He handed me an old RobCo reflection device and asked, "How'd I do?" I looked at it, as I was a Caucasian male with brown hair, brown eyes. After confirming what he did, Doc Mitchell stood up from the chair as he said, "Well, I got most of it right, anyway. Stuff that mattered." He then helped me out of the Medical bed as he said, "Okay. No sense keeping you in bed anymore. Let's see if we can get you on your feet."
After getting up my vision went blurry again but it soon went back to normal. Then he said, "Good. Why don't you walk down to the end of the room? Over by that vigor tester machine there." As we walked to the machine he said, he reminded me to take it slow and that it wasn't a Race. Reaching the machine, Doc Mitchell said, "Looking good so far. Go ahead and give the vigor tester a try. We'll learn right quick if you got back all your faculties." I grabbed the joystick and saw my stats for my Strength, Perception, Endurance, Charisma, Agility, Intelligence, and Luck. Each had five and I had five extra points, so I adjusted my Luck to 7, my Charisma to 6, and Charisma to 7 and left the rest alone.
"Yep, that's a pretty standard score there. But after what you been through, I'd say that's great news." Doc Mitchell told me. He then said that we knew my vitals were good, but that don't mean them bullets didn't leave me nuttier than a Bighorner dropping.
"Let's go into the next room. I've got a few more tests I'd like to run." he said as he sat down in a seat, I sat on the couch as he said, "All right. I'm gonna say a word. I want you to say the first thing that comes to mind." I nodded my head and he started with Dog, and I replied with Cat. THen he said House, I said Shelter. He said Night, I said Campfire. He said, "Enemy." I said, "Crush." He said Light, I replied with Dark. Finally he finished with Mother, and I said Caretaker.
Then he told me he had some statements that he wanted to see if they were something I'd say. He first said, "First one. "Conflict just ain't in my nature."" I agreed with that.
"I ain't given to relying on others for support." He told me, and I disagreed with that one.
"I'm always fixing to be the center of attention." was what he said next, and I had no opinion on that one.
"I'm slow to embrace new ideas." Was next and again I had no opinion on it.
"I charge in to deal with my problems head-on." was after the new ideas one, and I strongly agreed with that one, especially for that man in the checkered suit. Afterward he said, "Almost done here. What do you say you have a look at this? Tell me what you see." and I told him I saw A chemical reaction. The next one he showed me looked like it was some piece of space-age technology. The last one he showed me looked like a light in the darkness.
"Well that's all she wrote. I don't have nothing to compare it to, so maybe you'd better just have a look at the results. See if it all seems right to you." as he handed me the Medical report about me. I looked it over and told him that everything seemed fine to me. Doc Mitchell took the report back and said, "Before I turn you loose, I need one more thing from you." He then handed me a Medical form for me to fill out. Mentioned that it was just a formality. Ain't like he expected to find I had a family history of getting shot in the head. I did not find that amusing.
Standing up from the couch, Doc Mitchell handed me items as he said, "Here. These are yours. Was all you had on you when you was brought in." He even gave me his old Vault jumpsuit and Pipboy. I thanked him and put them on. Then I looked at him and said, "Thanks for patching me up, Doc." he smiled and said, "Don't mention it. It's what I'm here for." He then mentioned that I should talk to Sunny Smiles before I left town. She could help me learn to fend for myself in the desert. He told me that She'll likely be at the saloon.
"I reckon some of the other folks at the saloon might be able to help you out, too. And the metal fella, Victor, who pulled you outta your grave." He added on, mentioning that if I ever got hurt out there, I come right back. He'd fix me up. He then tried making a joke by saying, "But try not to get killed anymore." I nodded my head and he told me if I had any questions that he'd do his best to answer them.
"Ok, What town is this?" I started with, he told me, "This here's Goodsprings. Named after the water we got here, just down the road to the southeast. Goodsprings Source, they call it. It's a quiet town, and that's how we like it. We don't go looking for trouble, though occasionally it sees fit to come looking for us." I nodded my still hurting head and asked for some more meds, Doc Mitchell nodded his head and gave me some extra stim packs. After putting them away I asked him to tell me about the town.
"Well, there's a general store just up the road. Run by a fella named Chet. He don't got nothing fancy, but he's got your basics covered. If you're looking to wet your whistle, just past Chet's is the Prospector Saloon. The bartender there, Trudy, knows everyone in town. Other than that, there's not much to see. Just people trying to scratch out a living." He replied with. Nodding my head more, I then asked about who saved me and Doc Mitch told me, "That'd be Victor. Curious fella. Sort of odd. And I don't just mean 'cause he's a robot. I couldn't tell you much about him. He's real friendly, don't get me wrong. You just get the sense that ain't the whole picture. Just a feeling. Keeps to himself, mostly. You want to know more about him, you'll have to ask him yourself. He has a shack on the southern edge of town."
"What about the man who shot me?" I inquired about him. Doc Mitchell told me, " I didn't see him or the men with him. You might ask around town, though. Could be someone saw which way they was headed. Your best bet would probably be Trudy, the bartender at the saloon up the road. If anyone saw anything, she'd know about it." I thanked him more before asking about the Doc himself. He told me, "Well, I already told you I came from a vault. After that, was a traveling doctor for a spell. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Most folks out here ain't educated, so people with medical knowhow are hard to come by. Found that I could help a lot of people with what I knew, and that was all right with me. Eventually, I went back and married my childhood sweetheart and that was the end of my traveling days. Didn't miss it none then. Still don't." I smiled and patted his back.
After I loaded my 9mm pistol, I stepped out of the Doctor's office and into the Mojave Wasteland, looking to get the Platinum chip back and kill the Son of a bitch who tried to off me.