When the Gate appeared in Freeside, everything was in chaos. An entire legion had appeared, and began massacring and ransacking as much as they could in the chaos. Unfortunately, however;

The Courier just happened to be exiting the Atomic Wrangler, and the legionnaires were met with a terrifying sight; of a demon in a mask, garbed with what appeared to be a coat with some armored plates who had pulled up concrete with inhuman strength, and;

promptly chucked it towards them as they hid behind their shields, formation torn apart by the massive chunk of rock.

"For the Emperor!" A legionnaire cried, as he charged forward, spear and shield in hand. He got within range as the Courier spun his revolver out of it's holster, the Ranger Sequoia blasting the legionnaire in the face with a .45/70 round.

The Courier was having the shittiest of days.

First, he had to go clear out a nest of deathclaws that were harassing caravans passing through to Novac. Then, when he finally finished and went for a drink at the Atomic Wrangler, a legion force of sixty thousand appeared out of nowhere in the middle of freeside, and started pillaging the area as if they were raiders. Activating the NCR emergency radio, he fired several more rounds with the Sequoia in the general direction of the legionnaires, holstering it as he materialized a automatic 10mm pistol with a extended magazine in his left hand, and a extended ripper in the other as he took a stance.

"You're request for reinforcements has been acknowledged. A company is being dispatched to your location." he charged forward, ripper roaring as it shred through armor, tearing apart flesh. His pistol, affectionately named Justice, spat out a round into a swordsman's face as he charged forward, sword in hand. The Courier spun around, ripper cutting again as a man clutched his throat, blood spilling through his fingers as he gurgled. The sound of engines could be heard, as newly revived apcs of the old world came roaring down the street, NCR troopers deploying from the vehicles while shock troopers in reactivated power armor stormed forward with miniguns.

"Support the Courier! Get those legion bastards!" A Major, most likely the one in charge, shouted over the roar of gunfire as the Republic tore apart the soldiers of an Empire. A desperate legionnaire charged towards a shock trooper with his sword, as he desperately clanged uselessly against the ceramic-enforced steel power armor the man was wearing. His head became pulp afterwards as the trooper smashed his face in, firing without a second thought back into the enemy formation. another, rapidly approaching roar caught the Courier's attention as he turned to see what had come up behind them. With the NCR's reestablishment of factories, courtesy of some help from the Boomers, pre-war tanks were beginning to be manufactured off of a old tank the Brotherhood had discovered some years ago. Equipped with an autoloader and a machinegun on top, it provided suppressive fire onto the shield formation, which had begun to route from the sheer amount of casualties they had taken.

"What the fuck is that?!"

"It's a motherfuckin flying deathclaw!"

"Stop talking and start shooting, private!" A sergeant roared at his subordinate as the dragon swooped down towards them, and was sent spiraling backwards as the Courier blasted it in the wings with a anti-material rifle. Their enemies were numerous, as they were weak; 5.56 rounds penetrated their shields and armor easily, making them helpless against the onslaught.

"Super mutant! 1 O'clock!" The Courier dematerialized and drew the Sequoia in all but a second, the revolver splattering the beast's brains against a wall. The miniguns began to roar, 5mm casings clattering to the ground at rapid speed as men were ripped apart, screaming as their armor did nothing to protect them.

"They're routing! Push!" the Major screamed, as service rifles and miniguns, along with a 75mm gun tore apart the shattered remains of a legion back into the Gate. Fireteams would be dispatched later to clear any buildings of hostiles; otherwise, the area was secure for now.

"Crocker's gonna wanna see this..." A trooper muttered as he kicked a still twitching corpse, leaking from various 5mm sized wounds in it's chest.

"I appreciate your support, Major..."

"Major Durnham, of the newly established 9th mechanized company. It's an honor to meet you, sir." The Courier waved him off.

"Call me Six. You did a good job, Major. I'll make sure you get a promotion soon." Major Durnham nodded ecstatically, and began barking orders for his men to secure the area and establish a defensive position.

"Sir! Ambassador Crocker wants you to give him a report." A trooper reported, and he nodded in reply, pointing at what appeared to be decorated officer, groaning in pain.

"Take him prisoner. Don't do anything to him until I return. I'll need him to get some answers later."

"Sir." The trooper saluted, and the Courier made his short trip back to the embassy.

When he entered the strip, it was on high alert; securitrons rolled around as NCR military police, now armed with their service rifles, patrolled in groups of threes checking every corner and alley of the strip. He entered the embassy, and was promptly directed towards Crocker's office, in which the man himself was pacing back and forth in the room.

"Ambassador." Crocker nodded in reply.

"What happened in freeside?"

"Enemy legion force, numbering in around sixty thousand men. technologically inferior, they were eliminated within a hour of their entrance." Crocker sighed.

"And beyond the Gate?"

"Unknown. most likely another world, which congress would enjoy expanding their territory over." Crocker sighed.

"When the public is informed and no action is being taken, there will be an uproar; most likely we will be forced into the region to demand recompensation."

"Who's in going to be in charge of this operation in the... special region?"

"General Oliver has been assigned, and considering that we have no clue as to what lays on the other side, he will most likely have much more freedom in his orders than before." Which was a relief to the Courier, considering that much of the General's actions had been impeded by the Senate.

"You are to be deployed as an asset to General Oliver's forces, who are due to depart to the gate in the next;" Crocker glanced at his wristwatch.

"hour." The Courier's eyes widened, as he sprinted towards the exit to collect his belongings as Crocker chuckled.

"Good luck, Six."

"On this day, March 15, 2282, we have been attacked by unknown legion forces from within our own city; with family members slaughtered helplessly." Freeside had sprung up to become a much more populated city; with several thousand making their homes in the ruins of what was Las Vegas.

"The senate has voted unanimously, that we are to retaliate against this unknown empire and tear it's flawed ideas down to the core!" General Oliver gave shitty speeches sometimes.

"Courier, If you may give a word." Great. He threw me under the bus. I cleared my throat, as the thousands of soldiers that stood in formation before me looked up at me with anticipation.

"Remember, troopers; we do not kill noncombatants. They're the enemy the moment they start running at you with a knife. Understood?"

"Yes sir!"

"Troopers! embark!" the formation split as troopers hurried to their apcs, engines roaring as their ignitions turned on.

"Units! Advance!" The vehicles rumbled forward, the Courier sitting on top of Oliver's command tank as it rolled forwards into the dark abyss of the Gate.

"Six." General Oliver spoke as they rumbled through the unknown.

"Yes sir?"

"What do you think awaits us on the other side?"

"Hell if I know, sir. For all we know, it could be the wasteland once more."

"I suppose…"

"I think I see the exit, sir!" the commander of the lead tank crackled through the radio, and General Oliver picked up his transmitter.

"All units! Prepare for combat! I want defensive positions set up as fast as possible!" They rumbled through the exit, and the Courier gasped as he witnessed the world outside.

"It's… beautiful."