(Bringing in my newest Courier as a human character he's a former NCR soldier with a knack for sneaking, energy weapons, and talking :3) Snow, as with Orchid, had no idea who the MOCKINGJAYs were due to their short, isolated time in this world, but she could tell this man was dangerous, but he seemed friendly and good, "You're quite welcomr, wouldn't seem right to not visit the man who saved our lives." She then looked like she was about to say something else when Mr New Vegas came on with the news. "You know what that means, time for some news. Rumors swirl that Mr House, the father of New Vegas, has passed away. Who will fill the power vacuum on the Strip, remains uncertain. Other reports state that the Fiends have fled Vault 3 for an uncertain reason, but they seem uncoordinated and confused. Well, People say that no news is good news but my program would be awfully boring, if that were the case." "Blue Moon, you saw me standing, O m- ********* Nathan sat down at the restaurant in the Ultra-Luxe, frankly exhausted and feeling out of place. In 78 hours, he awoke from being shot in the head, trekked north from Goodsprings, sneaking the whole way to avoid the Deathclaws and all that, he had just cleared Vault 3 of much of the Fiends in it, took the monorail into the Strip in the guise of an NCR soldier(wasnt that hard since he used to be one) then Victor came up to him inviting him to talk to Mr House, but of course he chose to get the man who tried to kill him, hiding in Benny's bathroom for hours in ambush(was not fun to say the least), then came out to slit his throat as he slept. After getting the Platinum Chip back, he found that odd Securitron "Yes Man", of course he had no intention of taking over Vegas as he offered, but he decided that eliminating Mr House would be a good step. So he did so. His trusty laser rifle proved itself over and over throughout that time. But now was the time to rest, it was taking all his will to simply not pass out. "What now..." he muttered, wincing slightly at the wound in his side. He had a doctor take care of it of course but it still hurt, "Ow..."
(I've had plenty of couriers to RP as, but Damien is easily my favorite and also most lethal by a huge margin. One was a former mechanic, the other was your standard mercenary, one was a doctor,another was an NCR solider and so on.) 'House is dead.... wow, that leaves quite a gap in power." Damien replied. "And future possibilities, of course. That means that NCR is likely to jump onto this opportunity the moment they can." Damien said as he looked at a note left by his desk as he had a grin across his face. "I'm able to leave within a few hours, seems like the doctors think my injuries have healed well enough for me to leave this place." (Since Damien is my main Courier, he's already very dangerous even if he never worked at the Mojave Express and was shot in the head, amongst the events of the storyline and DLC's. He's already dangerous enough as he is without implants or anything like that. If he was to be the Courier itself, and basically become a Cyborg by Old World Blues, he's is practically unstoppable)
(My most dangerous Courier was definitely my recent "kill all" Courier) Snow nodded before suddenly realizing something, "You know what that means, Orchid? It means we are completely independent again! Our Strip is cutoff, so we don't have to put up with the Families!" Snow chuckled, "That was awfully convinyent." She then looked at Damien, "Here, have a Strip passport and this.." snow handed him a second little booklet, "It's your pass for forever free, expedited entrancr into the North Strip and permission to carry weapons. It's the least we can do to thank you for your saving our lives, don't abuse it. Also, your weapons will be returned to you once you leave the hospital, and you have a free apartment here. Congrats."
“Thank you” Damien said before turning his head slightly to the southeast, across Lake Mead facing Fortification Hill towards The Fort. It was suicidal, but his entire life had been waiting up to that moment where he would make his final assault. Four and a half years of fighting, thousands upon thousands of Legionary lives lost across all of the territories of the Legion and untold damages were caused by Damien. Damien now had five final targets, the Inner Circle. He made his left hand into a fist and tightened the grip as he looked at the Fort. “You know, the sunsets around the Mojave are beautiful...” He said around Orchid and Snow. “Chloe loved them....If only she was still here today.” (Could I have the luxury of killing Caesar? Also, time-skip a few days?)
"She was my wife, until...." Damien begun, not wanting to reveal what had happened on that night, especially about what the Legion did to her. "Anyway, we met each other in Freeside in a sunset just like this. I don't really enjoy talking about it, but let's just say that I'm worth a small fortune. I have a bounty on my head that's worth almost 30% to what the Strip earns in six months. My hands haven't been clean for a very long time, and the Legion won't be a problem by the end of the year. I can assure you that." A nurse came into the room and looked at Damien. "You're all patched up and ready to go, sir. Your immune system is remarkable, so it kinda accelerated your healing process quite quickly. Just make sure that you get out of bed slowly, no sudden movements." Damien nodded before looking at the nurse. "Thank you for looking after me, i'll pay in a minute." He said before lifting himself up, turning himself around and getting out of bed. "I'll repay the two of you back soon, I'm sure I found a wireless communication earpiece somewhere, it's likely in my pocket inside of my jacket.
(You wanna know what would be a cruel twist of fate? Well, somewhat. That Damien wasn't actually killing the Legion leadership entirely, he was simply killing the military scructure, leaving the civilian structure intact. I wonder how that would play out in the long run..) Snow nodded, "Well...again thank you, but it's time for me to go visit the survivors of the attack. Orchid, you coming or are you going to chat a bit longer?" ******** Nathan collapsed into the bed of the room he rented out and was simply out like a light
(He has been defiantly killing the military, while avoiding unnecessary civilian casualties. It's an interesting thought however.) "I'll catch up in a minute, Snow." Orchid said, remaining with Damien. The two of them talked for a while and when both of them eventually parted ways, Orchid felt different. By the time she returned back to Snow, she felt strange yet giddy at the same time. Was it happiness, joy, or something else? --------------------------- Damien, putting his clothing back on and taking his weaponry, returned to his home outside of Vegas to stock up for his final assault on The Fort. He took what he needed and what was necessary to survive, and then left once more. He slept under the open stars, like what he used to do when he was inside of the Legion. He was completely armed to the teeth this time with all sorts of weaponry and ammo. He headed to Camp Golf, where a small boat was waiting for him. He spent the remainder of the time making peace with himself in silence. If it was to be his last day on earth, he would have been ready. By dawn, Damien was at Camp Golf. He was not yet ready until the guards changed shift in the next hour, giving him time to spare.
Nathan woke up the next morning and left to check up the sparkling new North Strip. After a bit of exploring and such, he got a letter from Ambassador Crocket, wanting to see him. So he went and was given the mission to befriend the Boomers, now, he may have retired from service after Bitter Springs because of the sour taste it left in his mouth (much like many, many others), he still felt duty bound to help his old comrades. So he went, and after coming the closest he's ever come to death before from the artillery bombardment, he made it to the gates...
Camp Golf didn't have as much activity as it usually had, but Chief Hanlon was outside standing next to what passed as a boat with a sub-machine gun attached next to the steering wheel. Damien stood next to Chief Hanlon, who was more of a father figure to him, as the two of them stood next to the boat. The old Chief placed his hand on Damien. When he had first taken the position as Chief, Damien was far younger. The two men watched each other grow since then, sharing jokes and experiences back in the old days. Now, Chief Hanlon was dead silent as Damien stood directly at him. The two of them attracted quite a crowd alongside the Chief's bodyguard "Are you sure that you know what you're doing?" Hanlon asked. "Once your on this boat, there will be no return." Damien sighed. "Everything I have ever accomplished in my life has led to this moment. From now on, there will be no more mistakes. I'm ready to end this." Hanlon nodded in sadness as the two of them shook hands out of respect before hugging each other, a rare sight for the Rangers to see such compassion out of their Chief. Damien walked to the shore and onto the boat, where he revved up the engine. He turned around as the Chief saluted him, followed by his whole bodyguard then the small crowd of Rangers. In return, Damien saluted them back, knowing that many of them are likely going to die in the near-future. He turned his head and took his seat as the boat began to move onto Lake Mead before it sped away.
Nathan spent the next couple days befriending the Boomers (and getting an airplane out of the water, interestingly enough), and by the time Damien would have arrived on Caesar's side of the Colorado, he was walking back to New Vegas after convincing the Boomers to fight against Caesar's Legion in the coming battle, he didn't quite want the NCR taking over the Mojave, knowing the Mojave was about as far as the NCR could expand without collapsing in on itself, and he believed the NCR needed to look inward to improve security at home, after all, if what he's heard about the safety of Caesar's land, many communities might willing join the Legion rather than face raiders and the like every single day. He sighed, he was fairly neutral in all this, he could see the benefits and cons of each possibility for the Mojave. But..unless a buffer was established between NCR and Legion...they would likely fight until the other was destroyed, a fight which would likely destroy both, and all the progress the Southwest has made would be lost. ******* Snow sat in her office in the main tower of the North Strip, thinking of what they could do now that Mr House was out of the picture. The Mojave wouldn't be able to stand on its own unless it united, which she doubted, and most definitely she didn't want NCR or Legion coming in and ruining their independence. She had no idea on just want to do at this point other than ensure the smooth running of the North Strip.
The boat sped across Lake Mead as Damien loaded up his weapons to deal with as many Legionaries as possible, and to take them down as quick as he could. Aside from a heavy machine gun attached to his boat, Damien improvised by attaching a grenade launcher that would shoot several incendiary cluster bombs at the tents of the Legion that would not only destroy their sleeping quarters, but destroy virtually all forms of cover for them to hide. Once Damien was across the Legion's side on the Colorado, he found the path that led up to the Fort, and once he made sighting with the Legion, all hell literally broke loose. The path that led to the fort was a small valley that would eventually led to Fortification Hill, just as the machine gun spun around and mowed down dozens upon dozens of Legionaries in seconds. Damien roared in satisfaction as the grenade launcher did it’s magic, shooting comets of fire that spewed across the Legionary landing post and quickly burnt down the fabric that the tents were constructed of, burning alive Legionaries who were still sleeping in seconds. Just as the Legion snapped into action against Damien as they tried to charge, the suicidal choice to engage the Demon was only met in absolute failure as hundreds upon hundreds were killed. Damien drove the boat around in circles across the landing area to avoid incoming sniper fire while he tore down the sniper nets, alongside the snipers, with machine gun fire before he drove away. With the Legion still charging, Damien turned the boat and drove it directly into the encampment as it hit a bump in the water, sending it flying across the air and crushing several Legionaries in the process once it hit dry land. Even while it was beached, the machine gun continued to mow down Legionaries, totally obliterating those who made it out the gate before he detached the gun from the boat and jumped out, taking the machine gun in both hands as he began to make his ascent upwards, killing hundreds upon hundreds before he eventually ran out of ammunition and had no choice but to abandon the weapon. The entire frontline that was originally scheraled for Hoover Dam was dead, alongside several hundred more as fire engulfed the barracks. By the time he had made it to the first of two checkpoints (the second and final one being the one that leads to the highest level itself, where Caesars tent and everything else important is located.), Damien had killed the weapon confiscators and took the lives of well over a thousand Legionaries, most of them being the expendable recruits. Damien now used his custom Hunting Rifle and began to move upwards.
(You know, I realized something, if it wasn't for the Courier (and the platinum chip never made it to House), the Legion likely would have won the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. Because think of thequests involved. In the NCR, you have to pretty much be a dues ex machina to save their butts across the entire Mojave, which is obviously opposed to their rule, while the quests in the Legion involve mainly just mop-up operations, doing stuff they could do without you doing. But if you talk to Legate Lanius fighting against him, one option response makes it sound like if the Legion tries to move too quickly on from the Mojave, they would be defeated) Nathan stopped by the Gun Runners and got some more ammo, a power fist, and new armor. He then checked his weapons, making sure he was loaded for bear, he was going to Red Rock Canyon. He had decided to put down the Great Khans to destroy the vast majority of the Mojave's drug manufacturing. He thought it was the best choice for future Mojave stability. After a few hours hike, he arrived at an abandoned house just outside Red Rock. Taking cover behind a rock, he propped his laser rifle on the wall and looked through the scope, noticing a guard just inside the canyon, "It's nothing personal..."he muttered as he squeeved the trigger, "It's just business" he added as the sentry fell dead. Going over the wall, he kept an eye out, reverting to his military training, sticking behind cover, knowing that he should only kill combatants.
(The Legion completely has the upper advantage, and could easily push onwards and overwhelm the NCR if they tired hard enough. If the Courier sided with the Legion anyway, it's mearly a death sentence for the NCR. Regardless of where they are, the overstretched NCR is screwed in the Mojave. It would be interesting about if the Legion pushed into California however. As you could say to Lanius if you wish to convince him to retreat from Hoover Dam, the Legion holds the east but holding the west is a different matter entirely.) Damien overwhelmed the Legionary guards at the checkpoint in seconds, taking out Blood-Nap (Sorta like how John has 'Lucky') and dealing with the guards as quick as he possibly could. It was from this point onwards that things were going to get vastly difficult, where the Centurion and Praetorian guards were located alongside some of the Legions finest, and in high numbers as well. Damien placed Blood-Nap into it's holster around his belt and took his Hunting Rifle, delivering head-shots and fatal hits like an ice cream man giving out Dove bars on a hot sunny day in the Sahara desert. One well placed shot by a Legionary Sniper hit his rifle directly, rendering it useless and taking a fair chunk out of it's firing mechanism. It did not mean that Damien was useless, preferring to switch to his black bladed machette and heading upward the hill to Caesars Tent. Once he had killed all of the soldiers prior to the final level, he placed several C4 explosives onto the door to blow it wide open. On the other side, Legionaries from normal soliders to half of the Praetorian guards took up positions to take down Damien the moment the door was blown. With a deafening 'BANG!', the door was blow open as it flew towards the Legion, the gate turning into shrapnel that managed to kill a few Veterans in the process. Nothing but smoke remained at the door as those with rifles fired blindly at....nothing. A smoke grenade completely concealed the former Ranger, who was still hiding behind the fence. While the Legionaries were confused, he quickly threw in one of his two incendiary grenades at the large group, blowing up directly in their faces as they screamed in agony, shortly before burning to death as the flames stole their oxygen. Damien ran in five seconds after the grenade was thrown, Blood-Nap in his right hand, as he ran around slicing the throats of the Praetorian's and any survivors. Damien was injured, but nothing more serious than a broken finger which was bent back out of place. He was covered in cuts and blood however, which made him incredibly intimidating. More and more Legionaries flooded towards him, as Damien took his trusty Bowie Knife and 45.auto pistol out, knife being placed underneath the magazine exactly how he was taught as he began the fight of his life. Caesar had nowhere to run, all escape routes have been completely blocked off by a wildfire that spread across the lower levels of The Fort. He ran towards his last remaining opponents, screaming loudly while doing so.
(Oh, and you know, apparently they planned to put a whole hell of a lot more stuff on the Arizona side of the Colorado, that way you could have much, much more side quests and safe area helping the Legion, but they had to cut it out due to time restraints(a whole hell of a lot of good stuff actually had to get cut if I recall. And you know, I almost wish they added an option were if you took too long or something, the Battle of Hoover Dam took place without you and you had to deal with the immediate aftermath, like if the Legion broke through your mission was to get out or something Oh, and something interesting to look through: http://www.reddit.com/r/falloutlore/comments/2bggnq/women_of_the_legion/ ) Nathan creeped through the camp, silently eliminating Great Khan after Great Khan, and it was becoming obvious to him in an almost heart-breaking moment that all the Great Khan non-combatants were already dead, their graves all the way across the Mojave in Bitter Springs. It was a sad revelation, but it allowed him to carry out his mission with further gusto. After clearing out all those in the open, he approached the lodge in the center of the canyon at it's highest reachable point. Slipping out a grenade, he slightly opened the door, pulled the pin, tossed it in, and took cover. After hearing some loud cursing, the grenade exploded, and Nathan popped up, looking through one of the blown out windows and began putting down a wave of suppressing fire, before hopping through the window just in time to see Papa Khan charge him, and gave him the butt of his rifle to the face for Papa's troubles, followed by a swift laser to the head. As the dust fully settled, Nathan went over the body's, putting any still alive out of their misery. After that, he simply slipped away into the Wastes. (My idea about Nathan was that he was part of a sort a Trooper form of the Rangers, but not scouts. His troop was this group of rapid, stealth deploy assault troops, who would lead the attack in an surprise assault. Sadly, that meant that they were on the front of the Bitter Springs Assault, now, while they didn't mow down civilians like First Recon did, they still had part of the blame.)
(I actually got to meet Chris Avellone about two weeks ago. We've both spoke about the game, and how I'm a walking encyclopedia about anything Fallout related. He said that he would have loved the game to be much more fleshed out, but he said that pre-planning took longer than expected. I also got a photo with him and got my game sighned ) More and more praetorians flooded outwards from Caesars tent, while several more Legionaries ran wildly at them. Damien shot as many as he could within a range approached,while he used Blood-Nap to deal with any that came too close. As they fell around him, one fortunate Praetorian managed to deliver a ballistic fist at his chest that caked Damien with blood and sent him flying backwards. While he survived the blow and landed on both of his legs, he didn't want to take any more chances like that. "Eight on one, Demon. It's over" One Praetorian ordered. Putting away his pistol and Blood-Nap, he took two Ballistic Fists from the bodies of two fallen Praetorian's on each arm and stood up, getting into a stance as he looked at his opponent. "No. Now it's interesting" Damien replied, before running directly towards his opponents as the two surviving Praetorians ran towards him. Before then attacked, Damien slid across the dirt and delivered a ballistic fist to the crotch of an unfortunate Praetorian before using all of his strength to pull himself using the legs of the dazed Praetorian to send him into the air as he came up and delivered a finishing blow to the back of the Praetorians head. Damien dodged any blades and dealt one hit kill's with the gauntlet. By the end, Damien killed eight top-tier Legionaries with the gauntlets alone. Already being deadly enough with a gun or blade, unarmed combat was one of Damien's major focuses as a child. Looking at the tent, he walked over casually before entering the tent. Once inside of Caesar's tent and before anyone could realize, Damien used the Ballistic Fist's on both hands to punch the two Praetorian guards on either side of the door directly in the forehead that killed them instantly, followed by the Demon lowering himself to deal with the two rabid dogs by hitting him in the neck. He raised himself up slowly, to see the stark and utter horror that was upon the face of Caesar. There he was, the self proclaimed god-king himself. Master of a bloodthirsty horde of rapists, slavers and killers that were formerly 86 tribes. Caesar turned as white as a ghost as Damien walked into the center of the tent, the Praetorians not moving. Caesar, while hiding it, was petrified of who stood before him. But he was also furious, and he had to retain his composure when dealing with the man known as 'The Demon of the West'. (It's gonna get exciting in the next post.)
(You lucky bastard. Oh! Don't know if I've told you but I've found a mod for F2 that allows you to play as Littlepip :3) Nathan headed south from Red Rock Canyon, where he ran into a ghost towm overrun with Jackals which he procedded to clear out. Going further south, he ran into some more Khans in a camp overlooking Quarry Junction. After wiping the 3 Khans outnin his ambush, he looked out over the Quarry and noticed it was overrun with Deathclaws. Knowing he would never again have such a perfect drop on Deathclaws, he turned his laser rifle on them...
(It may or may not have been the best day of my life. I'm getting the mod tonight, once I reinstall FO2. Also, wall of text incoming.) Damien stood directly in the circle of Caesars Tent, surrounded by 6 Praetorians along on either side with the addition of Vulpes and Lucius. Damien had little emotion on his face as the pale Caesar cleared his throat. “Damien Winters, The notorious ‘Demon of the West’. A child solider, trained by your father Aaron Winters, the legendary Chosen One, who was a Ranger at 13. You saved Sac-Town, destroyed the Enclave during the Glass Cannon Crisis, fought the families in New Reno.....and then we have Six Rivers.” Caesar started as he took a sip of coffee. “I know alot about you, Damien. Especially a person of your reputation. After we killed your wife, you spent the next four years causing so much trouble for my Legion, and yet you dare come before me. You liberated most of Phoenix with a group of rebels; you burnt Dolan Springs, Wickenberg, Gallup and various other towns under my control to the ground. Within a time-span of four and a half years, you’ve killed nearly 20,000 Legionaries. And then you came back to the Mojave.” Caesar said, casually yet also with rage. “And what is the first thing you do when you decide to return back home? You continue your crusade against me. The Great Khans aren't exactly clamoring to fight for my Legion now. The garrison I established at Nelson has been wiped out by you. Years of meticulous scheming to place a mole at Camp McCarran - wasted. Cottonwood Cove, a once important Legionary slave camp, is gone. And now, you’ve disrupted the opening of those Equestrians in their Strip and you have fought through the entirety of my fort in order to kill me. So tell me this Damien, because I really want to know: I am feared - with good reason - but you of all people dare to come before me, the mighty Caesar. What were you thinking?” Damien just stood still, looking at Caesar calmly. But had a smile on his face. “What’s so funny?” Caesar ordered. Damien then looked at the other Praetorian’s as he took off his glasses before throwing them across the tent, towards the door. “I was thinking about the moment I killed you.” Damien replied. Caesar, frozen in fear, instantly looked at his other guards. “PRAETORIANS, TO ARMS. KILL THIS DEMON!!!” The Praetorians, led by Lucius, swarmed Damien where the former Ranger got into a stance. Once they were close enough, Damien dodged the first few swings by the first two Centurions before he killed them by hitting the neck of one, and the temple of another. The third praetorian was ripped to shreds when Damien kicked one in the stomach and punched downwards in the back of the head that sent the Praetorian to the ground. The last two were dealt with swift blows to the chest and heart before they fell to the ground. Lucius watched as the guard fell and out of instinct, went to attack Damien out of pure instinct and not thinking through his actions. He jumped into the air and tried to attack downwards, only to be stopped and caught by the neck by Damien’s hand, in which the Demon responded by delivering a brutal blow to the face that completely ruined the face of Lucius while killing him instantly. Vulpes used his ripper, but was countered entirely when Damien punched the weapon out of his hand and punched him in the forehead that killed him instantly. Afterwards, there was one man of the Legion left standing in the fort. Caesar. Damien threw the ballistic fists off as Caesar rose out of his chair, where Damien took Blood-Nap and threw it at Caesar’s exposed right kneecap, forcing him to hit the ground hard as he tried to crawl away from Damien. Damien had Goosebumps as he walked slowly towards him, he had dreamt of this moment. “Guards.....anybody....HELP ME!” Caesar screamed, being reduced to a whimpering pup as he tried to frantically crawl away. Damien walked across to Caesar and took him by the neck, choking him with one hand and dragging him out of the Tent before taking his sunglasses back. Just outside, while the entire Fort was burning, Damien stood up high on a group of rocks as he held him above the rocks. Equestrian Pegasi flew overhead to oversea the carnage that was caused by the fires that tore the Fort apart. A picture was taken by these where Damien held Caesar by the back of the collar and held him in the air, which was front-page news on the next day. After the photo was taken, Damien dragged Caesar all the way to Hoover Dam and took him up a tower. Caesar was reduced to a pup, where the NCR took notice on their side. Damien whispered ‘Sic Semper Tyrannis’ (Against all tyrants) and threw him off the dam, where Caesar screamed the entire way down. For the first time in years, Damien was truly happy.
As soon as Snow heard the news the Caesar was dead by Damien's hand, the first thing she said was, "That fool..." with Caesar dead, the coming "Monster of the East" wouldn't have a leash and handler, amd if what she heard was true about him, he would send his troops to trap the NCR at Hoover Dam, and massacre everyone in his wake. Then, after the report of Caesar's assassination, she heard something horrifying, Bitter Springs and the nearby Ranger outpost had fallen to a Legion assault. Caesar obviously wanted a replacement for Cottonwood Cove. Now, there was Legion army that had crossed the Colorado, ready to strike at the defenceless Strip, and hearing Caesar's death may moivate am aspiring leader to try to capture Vegas...
Damien understood the concept of martyrdom. He understood the concept of how the death of one’s leader could either rally up the people or completely break them. With the Fort in flames, he had learnt that Bitter Springs and a small Ranger outpost had fallen under the Legion. The outpost was something that he could deal with, like he had done countless times before. Bitter Springs however, would be a problem. After throwing Caesar off Hoover Dam, Damien injected himself with a stimpack to help advance the healing process of the nightmare he had just encountered. His move to take down the Fort was controversial. While the NCR and Vegas praised him, the Equestrians were not as keen. And in all honestly, he didn’t really care. What he learn't from his experience against the Legion was ‘Never start a problem unless you know how to fix it.’ And fix it was exactly what he was going to do. He headed to the Ranger Outpost first....
