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Blood splattered on the cracked asphalt, as a man gurgled, a giant hole in his torso. He coughed violently and muttered, "What...the hell are you...?" Then his eyes went limp and he fell on the ground dead, just like the rest of his squad. There laid four dead bodies, all dressed in crimson football gear, wielding spears and marksman carbines among many other things.

"Courier six," The man answered and hid a police pistol back in his leather duster, before he walked up to the bodies of of legionary assassins and knelt next to the one he has killed just seconds ago. He put his hands on the man's chest and slowly made his way through all his pockets, pouches and equipment he had on himself. Besides getting his hands on a decent quality marksman carbine, the legionary was also stocked up with a bitter drink, a bunch of 5.56 armour piercing ammo, some purified water, some gecko steaks and the clothing he was currently wearing. The clothing itself was kind of useless, since it had lower damage threshold values and made anyone wearing it, a target for NCR and few other groups. Still, despite that, it had decent value and in worst case scenario it could be used to repair his gear. After going through the rest of legionaries, he stood up, dusted himself off and began walking once more, his combat shoes stomping on the asphalt that had cracked decades ago.

The man wore a long sleeveless leather duster, covered with straps and reinforced with both deathclaw's skin and combat plates, which protected his torso, kneecaps and other vital areas. On the duster's back, one could see Old World's Flag, bringing back the memories of America before the Great War. The man's hair was covered by a red beret, his mouth by a breathing mask and a pair of lucky shades covering his eyes. The man was pretty tall, at least one meter eighty centimetres with his both arms covered in so many scars, it was hard to find a spot that wasn't affected one way or another.

The man sighed as he glanced left and right. Everywhere he looked, he could see a desert and an occasional old world's relic, be it a long forgotten car or a gas station, no longer capable of refuelling anything, reminders of the Old World's history, now mostly forgotten. Now though, he was currently on his way to Nipton, a town raided by the Caesar's Legion sometime ago. The Legion were a bunch of tribes conquered by the man named Caesar, who then assimilated them into one powerful force, which gave New California Republic a run for their money. The madman, who created one of the most vile factions in the history of wasteland and, who also planned on taking over city of New Vegas and making it into a capital city for his nation. Unfortunately for him, he never saw that plan reach the fruition as the traveller killed him, before he could accomplish his goal.

This man had many names, he was known as: Bane of the Caesar, Scourge of the Legion, Lord of New Vegas and Wild Card of the NCR. However, most people knew him as a Courier Six. During his time in the Mojave Wasteland, many things changed, some for better, some for worse. All the result of courier's actions, who tipped the fragile balance of power. As the scorching sun blazed on the individual, the time went on it silence. It seemed like everything that cared for it's life stayed as far away as it could from the man, humans and mutants alike.

It didn't take long before he finally reached his destination. The town resembled one of the old western towns, but there were some differences. It was made in the shape of a ring, with roads going alongside the buildings. It also had town hall, which was three stories high, it's size casting shadow on the nearby buildings. The town itself was deserted, its' inhabitants dead, killed by the Legion. In their place, one could see radroaches, bloat flies and other creatures, who made the town into their new home, their bodies scuttling around. Seeing this, the man decided that it was as good time as any to gather some more meat for future uses. He pulled out the MF Hyperbreeder Alpha, a custom made recharger pistol, he bought in Novac. It looked like someone took a handle of a gun, attached a few transparent rings to a blue body and finished it with a barrel. He then aimed the weapon at the nearest bloat fly and pulled the trigger. A yellow beam of light was sent by the gun and hit the target between the eyes.

The insect exploded in a huge green explosion, killing the other specimens with a plasma explosion, which then trigger a chain reaction, causing other insects to explode as well, before all of them turned into yellow piles of ash. The man walked up the corpses and searched them, finding some more meat for his future adventures. It wasn't nearly as nutritious as Brahmin's or Bighorner's meat, not to mention, the amount of actual meat one could get from them was rather small, due to their anatomy. One thing that always bothered the courier, which he had no answer to was why did all the ash piles gave him a huge chunk of meat, which should not be the case, considering they turned into ash or fourth state of the matter, known as plasma. The man then stood up and went on through the rest of the town, doing the same thing over and over again until he was fairly certain he got rid of most of the insects.

Once he was done, he walked past the Nipton and walked up to a crashed satellite. There he pulled out an odd device, that looked like it was taken straight from a B-class Science Fiction movie. It was know as Big Mountain Transpoltarponder, a device designed by the Think Thank, which allowed him to teleport between any place in the Mojave Wasteland and the hidden research facility. The back casing was orange with an aqua-colored clear glass top containing an electronic chip to the end and a concentration of lightning in the rest, with a barrel sticking out from the front attached via black tubes running down the sides. The man pulled the trigger and then was enveloped by a blue light, before he was gone, no trace left behind.

In a different time, different place, a man stood in front of five hovering fish tanks with brains inside of them. They were known as the Think Tank, the brightest minds of the twenty first century.

"THE LOBOTOMITE HAS RETURNED, OUR LOBOTOMITE. IT IS GREAT TO SEE YOU AGAIN HERE WITH US!" Doctor Klein shouted, as someone once again turned up his volume knob way too much.

"Yeah, yeah, I can hear you clearly Klein. So, what is this so called 'breakthrough' that you wanted to show me?" The courier asked and stretched a little.

"WE, THE MIGHTY THINK THANK HAVE FINALLY MANAGED TO DO THE IMPOSSIBLE! WE HAVE CREATED A DEVICE THAT WILL LET US TRAVEL BETWEEN DIMENSIONS! BEHOLD OUR GENIUS!" Doctor Klein declared and hovered to the man before he handed out the device to the courier. It looked oddly similar to the Big Mountain Transpoltarponder, with the exception of having three tubes with electricity instead of one.

"Oh, really? And why did you build it in the first place? I hope you weren't planning on using it to escape from here and leave me behind?" Courier asked, a smirk on his face as he inspected the device.

"THAT'S… a good question. WHY DIDN'T WE THINK OF IT?" Klein asked, while turning towards to his colleagues.

"Well, doctor Klein. We have already talked with you about it, and we have decided that it was the Courier who should test it in the first place. Someone smart and on our side," Doctor Dala answered and gave a loving look to the courier.

"Oh… I see, then maybe I shouldn't have installed an auto start in the device...," The Klein muttered to himself.

"You did what…?!" Courier asked, before an intensive blue light surrounded him and then he was gone.

"...Well, that was unexpected. So… does anyone here has got any idea how to bring him back?" Doctor Borous asked.

"Well, we could build another one, but I don't know if we have got necessary components to do that," Doctor Zero said as he tried to comprehend what has just happened.

"VERY WELL! WE SHALL DO IT, AND HOPE THAT HE DOESN'T LOBOTOMISE US ONE HE GETS BACK! … That sounded way better in my head," Doctor Klein said before the scientists scattered all around the research facility.