Author: This story will have 2 mods on. Perk every level mod and More Perks mod. Because Fallout 4 had the right idea with the perk every level, and because more perks means more variety.

After the events of Hoover Dam, the Courier that was shot and left to die in a shallow grave in Goodsprings, made both NCR and the Legion packing out of the Mojave.

For the legion, it made Legate Lanius turn around his tail with the power of his words and logic, by seeing the viewpoint of the Courier he begrudgingly left after seeing reason.

The NCR was kicked out due to their leaders screwing around by the eyes of the Courier, lack of manpower, lack of resources... the list would be presented to them, at all the things that they've done wrong in their movements. The legion at least provided security to the people that were under their territory, though their morals were too cruel. But what took the cake for the Courier was how General Oliver wanted to take the credit for the victory, despite it being the sweat, blood and effort of the Courier.

In a calm demeanor, the Courier ordered Yes Man to throw Oliver over the Dam, not out of spite of his lack of sight, but to a message to the whole NCR. The Mojave, New Vegas, was not for their taking. It was his, no, for the people to take and he'd make what they failed to do, and that was to make a society without taxes or the threat of a legion squad to threaten them.

2 years later, Freeside

"What's the current situation on Freeside?" A man wearing riot gear spoke with his riot helmet on, he was no taller than maybe 5 feet and 11 inches. On his back was a duffel bag filled with supplies, from medical equipment to ammunition, to food and water to a change of clothes and different weapons that are relatively easy to carry. He had a few weapons on his person for both self protection and to give to make people think twice about pulling out a gun out. He was currently talking with the one that gives a semblance of order on the streets, The King himself.

"Not good at the moment, big guy. Food supplies are starting to dwindle. Water on the other hand seems fine for now, if we aren't rushed by, let's say, a couple dozen of people. Though I suppose those couple dozen of people could make food even more sparse than what we have now." He replied with the accent that the Kings usually use.

"Alright, I'll see about it while I'll take a look at the farms. I'll maybe see if I can scrounge up a hunting party for Big Horns as well." The man took out a notebook and scribbled down the orders to make. "What about trouble? Any raiders or remnant of the fiends?"

"We did had a run in with a few raiders, though my boys took care of them before anything big happened. They did get a few scratches, but nothing like a trip to Julia couldn't fix them. Speaking of which, how's she and them folk doing?" He asked with some curiosity to his tone.

"They are fine, medical supplies are starting to be manufactured using one of the factories nearby, what they need is more staff with knowledge to make said supplies, but besides that? They are requesting a couple more drops of water." He replied back as he made a small math on his notebook before reaching in his duffel bag. Grabbing a bag filled with bottle caps he counted them, before submitting it to his friend. "Here, this should take care of the medical expenses for your boys."

"Thanks, I'll make sure to give it to them. They'll be thrilled to know their efforts being rewarded." He gratefully accepted the damage fee. He always wanted to know how this man was able to get so many caps, he was a strange guy.

"Anything else that I should know? I need to head towards the east side to see how the farms holding and then to Jacobstown to finalize the documents between our mutual benefits." He explained as he was in a bit of hurry to get a move on. There was a lot of work to be done and not enough time for him to waste.

"Easy there fella, aren't you pushing yourself a bit too much? I know your busy since you became the head honcho of New Vegas, but have you taken a break at all?" He asked showing some concern to the man. "It's been two years since you got Mojave on the palm of your hand, have you been taking any breaks?"

"From time to time. If I want the Mojave to be self sufficient, I gotta put the extra effort to unite everyone that we have right now. We have abandoned Farms to claim, people that need both water and food to eat, medicine to be made and weapons to protect ourselves.

I did make some progress with the former Crimson Caravan, or should I say, Rose's Caravan. Cass has been making a few calls here and there, making Caravans come by to us, though we're still a bit under management to have them protected.

I've had Raul make repairs around the place, mainly around shops and the factories, sometimes on the farms to do basic repairs. They were worried that another leak came out on the pipes, nothing like a patchwork to fix that problem.

I was worried that the NCR would start making a ruckus against me, but so far they probably don't have the manpower to send a party in my general direction. They seem to be more focused on another matter for now." He explained his current progress with his partner, since having Freeside and the Strip on both their hands, they've taken it on themselves to improve the current situation.

"Speaking of the NCR, do you think it was a good idea to let them have that place at the Strip? Don't you think they'll try to slack you on the back of the head when your not looking?"

"You think that I started that battle at Hoover Dam for nothing? No, before that even began to move I made sure to create ties with the NCR, they might not like me now, but they can't ignore what I've done to help them out without their blunders. Letting them have an embassy here is only to show that we tolerate for now, at least they'll help around and not be so stuck up on their desks, for the right price."

"You're a sly one, Six." The King responded with a chuckle at his cunning nature.

"I had to think before I took this whole place for us. Instead of making them an enemy, I made sure to make a solid bond, strong enough for them to not shoot me on the back and still being able to get help from them. You have to be smart in these kind of situations." Six said while putting his notebook back in his duster.

"Still, I think it's a reasonable risk, if they can still help us out, but what would happen if someone was able to knock you off your shoes? What'll happen then?"

"That, my friend, is what I'm trying to find a solution. Best thing that happens you'll be the one to take over. The King, leader of New Vegas. Though you'll be mostly dealing with paperwork and looking over your shoulder all the time."

"That doesn't sound a good time, know what I'm saying." He responded back with some uneasiness to that responsibility.

"You know I do." He then rolled his head to alleviate some of the tension building up. "Right, I should be going. Talk to you another time, King." He turned around and left the gang leader to which Rex strolled up while wagging his tail.

"Hey Rex, ol' boy, how are you doing today?"

4 months later, Goodsprings

Today was just another day on the Mojave Wasteland, though the only difference was that the temperature seemed to cool down somewhat, which meant that Fall was coming shortly. The town of Goodsprings was bustling with people from all over the place. The increase of population was due to the efforts of the Courier that was dug up from the grave, now a sightseeing spot for the people to see, on the man that came back to life with a drive that most couldn't understand.

"Give me a glass of scotch, I'm parched." One of the trading caravans owners ordered while putting the caps up front.

"Coming right up, hun." Trudy responded as she got a glass cup and poured the liquid down for the man. He took it up and drank it like it was a godsend. "So where are you from hun. Down from the West?"

"Yeah. We just came from the Mojave Outpost, after stamping out our pass we walked towards Primm and then to here. We wanted to see the place where that Courier came about." He informed as he asked for the bottle, and Trudy did so as he poured another cup.

"I've heard it before, hun. Nowadays, our little town is famous because of him. I have to say, he's done pretty good for a man coming out of the grave." She replied while resting her elbow on the counter.

"I'll say, with so much land in the Mojave, he's just about got a quarter of it on his side to screw around. That don' mean he's doin' jack all, putting the NCR in a contract to escort us caravans is a godsend, not to mention the pay that they get for protecting us isn't bad. Though I heard that they just spend it on the casinos at the Strip. Talk about recycling the money." Despite the tone that he spoke, he was generally impressed with the man.

"You don't say? I guess being a caravan owner is a lot easier these days. What about the prospectors? How're they doin'?" Trudy asked as there wasn't much in terms of outside communication, just word from word.

"Oh, it's much easier yeah. At least we don't have to be all that worried with raiders or even the Legion for now. Though the prospectors are getting a fine cut in their adventures, earning 200 caps for filling in a report to the Courier about a potential place where they could install whatever that man is thinking, best part that whatever the prospectors find in there that catch their eye they can take it. Talk about having a sweet deal and a half." He had another sip from his beverage before responding with a satisfied expression.

The doors then open to reveal a figure wearing a weathered riot gear and a duffel bag on his back, his face was obscured by a riot helmet with some scratches. His left combat boot had dried blood on it, meaning that he fought against someone recently. He made his way to one of the stools and put the duffel bag on the floor before rolling his shoulders hearing a clear pop from it. The duster that he was wearing was slightly different from the regular one, having the symbol of the old world flag on his back. What sold the deal that this man was dangerous was with the firepower he was carrying with him.

A customized .44 Revolver Magnum with a modified barrel that was similar to a Hunting Revolver without the scope and painted black in the holster to his right side, a .45 auto modded with a heavy duty slide hidden in his duster just barely poking out, a hunters best friend gun a Hunting Rifle equipped with a scope, custom bolt action and even extended mags resting on his shoulder. On his left hip he kept sheathed a weapon that the trader never thought would have it in his inventory, a Katana. It had the brown scabbard and a red hilt and possibly an actual blade in there.

"Now that's a terrifying sight..." The merchant mumbled before taking his hat and leaving to see the graveyard, at least it was a convenient excuse to get going and not because he was anxious to stay in a room with a man that was as dangerous looking as a deathclaw. When he left, Trudy spoke up to the man.

"Haven't seen you in a while, what brings you here today?" She spoke casually in an upbeat tone to the armored stranger, to which he undid the binds on his helmet and took it off, which revealed a man with a terrible scar on his face that started from his right eye brow, cutting into the middle of his face and going all the way to his left cheek. That was the first thing anyone would see, the second would be the clear two gunshot wounds on the left side of his forehead and thirdly his hardy expression that had solidified throughout the years.

"Same as usual, give me a cup with a shot of vodka and a shot of scotch." He ordered back to her, his voice being a tad bit lighter than what people would assume. He put the caps up front as casually as anyone would.

"Coming right up, hun." She replied as she brought the drinks forward, a cup for her and a cup for him. He got his order while she poured in a glass of whiskey, they clanged their cups together before taking a sip from their beverage, the alcohol burning their throats before heading straight to their liver. "So what brings you here? Business or is it because you missed me?"

"Dunno. Maybe I wanted to see the sun smile or to have a drink with a good friend." He responded before shifting a bit to be a little more comfortable. "Vegas can have all the booze in the world, but it just doesn't go down well like here. The atmosphere is like night and day."

"I get what you mean, I've been around too when I was in my younger days. Hard to find a bar that suits ones taste in scenery." She replied before looking at the time, it was just a quarter past 4 in the afternoon. "From what I hear, you've been quite busy changing up some laws around here, even giving some attention to buildings around these parts, what are you planning?"

"New Vegas is being flocked by everyday, and every hour or so I get a complain that we don't have anymore space to house people. I knew this was going to happen, so before the problem could widespread I marked some places where they could lay for a while as we reconstruct the buildings by recycling the oldest ones. And where was homes that people haven't been able to before? A couple of places really, but Goodsprings was at the top of my list.

Some homes around here were abandoned for a while, and despite more people coming around here to visit my grave, not one batted an eyelid to see a perfectly good building to stay for the night. I guess wooden boards stuck to the doors was enough for them to see the other way."

"Ah, now I see what your doin'. So you want us to have these guys here, but you know it's gonna cost ya. Those houses were blocked for a reason." She informed before the front door opened and another customer entered. The rush of footsteps startled her as Sunny's attack dog, Cheyenne, pounced at Six nearly making him fall from his chair.

"God damn it girl! Heel! Heel!" He ordered her as she wanted him to pet her. She ignored and kept bugging him with excitement on her eyes.

"Cheyenne!" Sunny called her out, making the dog relent her attention to the man of legend. "Sorry 'bout that. She gets too excited sometimes."

"Well, if there's anyone to blame it's me. I play with her too much, heck I sometimes spoil her." He remarked before taking another sip of his beverage before gesturing Trudy for one more cup.

"I'll say you do. I've noticed that she's becoming a bit plump for my taste. You need to lay off the Salisbury steak snacks you give her." She jokingly replied to which he took a defensive stance to that.

"You try telling no to a dog that wants food! They'll give you the best puppy dog eyes that you'll ever see. Not giving her is almost a crime."

"You could always look away, she tried to do that to me before, but until I set her straight she stopped doing that."

"Sorry old girl, you heard the ma'am, no more snacks from this guy." He responded to the dog to which she whined with the doggy eyes. Heading her advice, he turned his eyes away. "You know, I can still feel her staring at me." He then felt two pass on him and scratching. "And now she's begging. God damn it..."

"That's your life now, spoiling dogs." Trudy joked as she put Sunny's drink down, the Courier laughed with her. He then turned serious and looked back at Sunny.

"So, what's the damage?" He asked as he took another sip.

"I've looked around with Easy Pete, most houses are clean, but a few of them have fungus growing. Doc Mitchel told us that they aren't good to stay, something about getting our lungs infected."

"Damn it... that's what I was worried. We gotta torch those houses then, I'll be damned if anyone gets a pulmonary infection because of a blunder." He took one last swing before resting his cup on the counter. "Trudy, you think you can lead the guys I'm sending over here? Just have them work on the farms around here, it'll increase the produce and letting us have a much more stable income of food rations."

"Depends. How many are we talking about?" She asked as she began to clean his cup.

"Not many, 20 tops. They'll be bringing stuff to help on plotting a new farm next to Goodsprings. The more farms we have, the better our chances to survive will increase. I'll also be hiring a few NCR soldiers to have this place protected, having more guns for defenses will be needed because you'll be a greater target."

"You really thought this through, haven't you? Yeah, I guess I can pick this role up." She then noticed that he was pinching the bridge of his nose and that his eyes were red. "You alright? You look like you haven't slept in two weeks."

"Just had a rough night, that's all. Just came here through the north road where I found a group of raiders being manhandled by a deathclaw patrol. Had to make sure that they wouldn't come looking for another place to find food, if you catch my drift."

"The north? Weren't Cazadors there too? How did you even get pass them?" To answer her question, he reached into his duffel bag and brought out the insects poison stinger. "First Deathclaws then Cazadors? Guess your reputation keeps growing."

"I wished that it stayed the same as when I crawled outside my grave, but it looks like I don't have a choice in the matter." He rolled his head, releasing some stress as his bones popped.

"You're doing good, better than anyone that I know of anyway. Not many have the same drive as you do, what is your secret even?" Sunny asked to which he gave a weak chuckle.

"There's no secret for what I do. I'm just doing a job nobody asked me to do. The both of you have a pretty good idea on how things were a year ago right?" He asked as he asked for another shot of vodka.

"Thanks to the new radio station that you established, the Daily Mojave, it is a bit hard not to know. Hard to imagine that so much was going on, the drug addicts, the rogue mercenaries, the violent gangs and even multiple spies from the Legion, not to mention on how the critters were taking our land." Trudy responded as mostly everyone from the Mojave that had a radio knew what was going on.

"Yeah. These last few months I've been hammering down multiple squads on taking down the critters and adding more personnel for the Followers of the Apocalypse. Crime has gone down by a good 30%, but every now and then some jackass comes around, riles up the people only to be shot dead. Our main problem for now is food, which I'm taking care of it right now. Second is to attempt create or repair a power plant in order to have more power to be distributed. Thirdly is to have more armed forces to push back the Mojave critters or to attempt to tame them. And Lastly-... well, you don't need to know that part." He informed before taking a swing from his drink.

"Now that's just mean, you piqued our interest fella. How about you share it for old Trudy and Sunny?" She asked as Sunny rested her elbow on the counter looking at the Courier, however the effect was less than appreciated.

"A man has secrets ladies, the same way you two also have. Specially in my case." He responded before standing up. "I've rested long enough, I got work to do and not enough time to waste on. I got paperwork to do and houses to burn down. Till next time, ladies." He grabbed his duffel bag, walked away as he put his helmet back on and strapped on the bindings.

"And just like that, the dead man walks towards work once again. I'm not much of a religious person, but compare to most people he's almost like a saint."

"A saint with more weapons on his body than anybody else." Sunny retorted while sharing a chuckle with Trudy as a new customer came in. "Well, I've got to go back to work, we don't want anyone to be a gecko's snack today either."

6 months later, Hoover Dam

"Ah! Mister Six! So glad that you've come in such short notice! Were you able to read my report on the situation?" One of the mechanics of the Dam asked while using a rag to wipe away the sweat on his forehead.

"Yeah, I've read it on the way. The hydraulics system has been having some malfunctions and you're worried about the wall starting to have cracks, right?" He asked as he brought a Super Mutant with him, courtesy of Marcus to help out with the heavy lifting.

"What you want me to do?" The mutant asked wanting to return back to the safety of the town.

"Easy there fella, we've just got here. Behave and you'll have on your hands a minigun to play with, okay?" Six calmed the mutant down as he got brightened by the idea of having that minigun.

"Okay, I do as you say. Can't wait to use minigun!" He announced as his mouth curved into a twisted smile that the mechanic was off putted by it.

"Show me where the problem lies." The Courier ordered to which made the man snap out of his stupor and lead them into the inner layer of the Dam. "Oh... this is much worse than I thought..."

It was not just one crack, it was a hole that showed the tubing of the place that ran the water, and the cracks were getting dangerously close to the hydraulics system, worst was that the system was actually slowed down, resulting the water to start bending the metal blades due to the extremely strong current.

"So far we've put the turbine at minimum power, but I fear that we might've put more problems with that, not to mention that the power output has gone down by a considerable amount. We're only running at 55% efficiency." The mechanic explained to him as the Courier was thinking to himself with his gaze staring at the hole, while right his index finger was tapping on his arm.

"Close the waterway to the turbine, stop it completely and reroute all available power to the other turbines. This one needs serious repairs, not to mention that we need cement to cover the hole before any more instability can occur. I've brought with me at the entrance enough limestone and sand to do a patch job for now, but next time I'll send more to make it a proper repair. The turbines blades however... We might need to remove them and repair them separately, because they seem to be bent out of shape due to the water pressure."

"Alright, I'll go ahead and tell the staff about it! Please make yourself at home!" The mechanic said before walking towards the people controlling the Dam's systems, albeit in an increased pace.

"Go get the materials outside. If it's too heavy then just take what you can." He ordered the mutant to which he did as he was told. When they arrived the people at the Dam pointed their weapons at the green fellow, but a shot to the air from his .44 Revolver was enough for them to catch their attention and telling them that he was a friend. "Now how are we going to take the turbine blades out of there, that's the real question... Could try my hand in power armor, but I'd need 4 other people to help me in that regard. Wonder if I can coax the Brotherhood of Steel to help out." He thought aloud as he paced back and forward while thinking.

His attention was caught as his Pip-boy received a specific radio frequency used by the Big Mountain residents, the doctors. He looked around, before deciding to move to an area that wouldn't hear their voice.

"This is Six, what do you have for me Dr. Klein?" He asked as he entered a room that was mainly used to house extra mechanical parts and locked the door, before having his device lock on the signal.

"YES, WELL SUFFICE TO SAY THAT WE'VE MADE SOME PROGRESS ON THAT THING THAT YOU ASKED." His voiced boomed as it irritated the Courier and from his voice in the Think Tank, the genius Dr. Klein.

"Again with the volume knob? Who was it this time? Was it 8 or 0?" He inquired to which he got a very loud response.

"FOR ALL I KNOW, IT COULD'VE BEEN EVERYONE! BAH, THIS IS NO TIME FOR WORRYING THE VOLUME OF MY VOICE MODULE! THE THING IS WE MADE PROGRESS ON THE ESCAPE DEVICE THAT YOU PROPOSED. HOWEVER... WE MIGHT HAVE SOME BAD RESULTS."

"Bad results?" He thought for a bit on what it could be. "Alright, let me try to guess. A) It's only a one time use before breaking. B) It transports me to somewhere random. and C) It just kills me. Which one?" He asked while the doctor was looking at the notes and equations that was on his screen.

"I'M SURPRISED THAT YOUR INTELLECT STILL HOLDS A CANDLE WITH US! THOUGH UNFORTUNATELY, WITHOUT PRIOR TESTING NOR ANY WILLING TEST SUBJECTS WE FEAR THAT IT MIGHT BE ALL THREE AT THE SAME TIME. ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF THINGS, YOU'LL BE THE FIRST BEING TO TEST IT, ON THE NEGATIVE SIDE? IT'S A ONE WAY TRIP TO YOUR DEATH."

"Damn it... again with a gamble, and the odds are less than pleasant." He cursed under his breath before recomposing himself. "Still, it's all I've got for now. Keep me informed on when it's done. Six out." He cut off the frequency before opening the door and returning to the room, where the mutant brought in everything. "Let's get this patched up for now, big guy. Then we'll get you that minigun."

3 years and 2 months later, Lucky 38

Inside the old casino at the top floor, sitting on a desk, the courier looked over at the recent reports that he has been receiving. Production rate has increased drastically since he started to give farms the much needed attention that it deserved, medical supplies have been supervised by the Followers of the Apocalypse, staff for both the Followrs and the Mojave Protection Force has increased once more with Boone at the helm, the creation of more Securitrons has been steadily increasing making the Strip and Freeside even more well protected, and crime has decreased once more.

However, the NCR is starting to clash heads with New Vegas once more and the Legion hasn't made much noise either which is concerning. Despite the efforts of everyone, it looked like a third battle was going to happen again, but the target wasn't Hoover Dam, it was the Courier's head. While Six has made great strides in easing the life in the Mojave wasteland, not everything has been sunshine and rainbows.

During the times that the courier would go for a walk, he had to deal with squads of assassins that would disrupt the peace that he had fought to get, forcing him to fight back at times that they were still recuperating. Most of the times there was death in his wake, others he was feeling merciful and letting them go, only to come back again stronger and then being killed later.

There was active sabotages at the power plants that he created, mysterious coordinated raids towards key points, like Helios one and even some cases of abduction. The damage was always minimized though, thanks to the loyalty of some NCR soldiers that he employed and the Mojave protection force. Still, it was rather unsettling that things were only now falling apart.

He signed a document that was to authorize the purchase of more weapons and armor made by the Gun Runners to better equip the protection force, so that they would be much harder to get hit and harder for them to hit. So far, they were equipped with Hunting Rifles, Service Rifles and 10MM pistols while having combat armor on, with the document signed they'd be fitted with a MK2 combat armor, while for the weapons they'd be having a Sniper Rifle, Assault Carbine and a .45 Auto Pistol, it'll take out more of the fortune that Six had accumulated through the years, but if it meant that they could put up a better fight then it'd be worth it.

"I think that should do it for now. A break would be heaven right about now... Screw it, break it is." He left his swivel chair and headed towards the the lounge where he sat down on the red couch, poured himself a cup of whiskey and lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag from it he let go and slowly let the smoke out from his lungs. He took a sip from his drink before another message came in through his pip-boy. "Another one? What is it this time?"

As he put his cup down, he quickly accessed the message he had been expecting, albeit he admitted that they wouldn't have the spine to carry out.

'Foxhound. The nest is being targeted by the bear. Expected time, 1 year.'

"Damn it!" He banged on the white painted table with enough force that cracks appeared on the point of impact. "I thought I'd have another four years before they started this shit up, but no... They just saw how Oliver's way was too fucking slow so now they're going to storm here in a year? Fuck!" He cursed the NCR for their wounded pride, specially because of President Kimbell.

"Calm down... this is what they are expecting of you, to lose your cool. Deep breath, in and out..." He calmed down a bit before resuming smoking to calm his nerves further. "This is fine. I've been doing a good work, everything in the Mojave as been improved significantly. Life expectancy and life conditioning has increased with everything that I've done these last six years. I just need one little more push, just a tad bit more before everything goes down."

"Hey partner, you've got a visitor and she's looking mighty fine today." Victor came rolling while behind him was Veronica in her armored robes, she had her hood down.

"Well butter my biscuit, this is a surprise! Last time I checked you were still in the highway giving some repairs and finished some research notes." Six commented as she walked down the stairs to meet with him.

"Yeah, well, I thought that you had time for a visit. People get a bit worried when you don't leave this place for a couple of days straight." She responded before he gave her a weak chuckle.

"People are worried about me? Then the world might as well be pitying me! So, who's the suckers that's worried about the most well known man in the Mojave?" He asked as he poured her a glass of Scotch.

"Well for starters, how about the residents on the Strip? Or at Freeside? Or even at Primm and Goodspring? Not to mention your friend right here?" She counted with her fingers.

"Wait, I was here only for a couple of days, what's everyone getting worried with?" He questioned now confused.

"I was being sarcastic you idiot, you haven't left for 3 straight weeks! Seriously, what's making you hold up here? Don't tell me it's paperwork, even I know you don't get that much, heck Cass gets even less." She informed as he took another puff and another sip from his drink.

"3 weeks? It felt like a couple of days to me. It might not look much for you, missy, but my paperwork is actually the triple that Cass gets. Contracts, documents, intel, reports, you name it. Doesn't help that every other day I get a report from anything that passes by in Vegas. It's surprisingly stress inducing since I gotta sit down for hours and move my hands like a machine." He commented before rolling his head and release some pops from his neck. "How's the rest of the gang doing?"

"They're good. Boone seems busy with all the vigilantes you made along the way, you gave him the commanding role so the patrols have been coordinated and easy to follow. ED-E's been around the place, just moving around Vegas and playing a song for everyone to hear. Raul's been repairing stuff all the time, heck he's been doing it so much that people started to call him the All-Repair man from everything that he's done. Lily's been here and there, just acting like the grandma that she is, besides that? I don't know much else about Arcade or ol' Rex." She replied while taking a sip of her drink.

"What about you? What have you been up to?" He asked as he put out the cigarette, she always hated the smell that they produced.

"Me? You know, the usual. Repair this, finish a research there, finding supplies in places people don't assume... The usual really." She replied, but he saw that she was holding on some more info.

"Veronica, I know when you're holding out on me. You tend to look to the side when you have more stuff to say." He smirked when she was annoyed at how perspective that he was.

"Fine! I also came around to see myself how you were doing and by the look of your face, not so hot." She commented as she saw the bags under his eyes and how he was smoking, he barely had the drive to do so, only when his stress was going overboard. "Plus, I couldn't really just go around the Strip without paying a visit to the guy that gave me a dress, now can I?"

"Found anyone you fancy on the new Gomorrah?" He asked as he made SEVERE changes on the casino, everything from employees, to booze, to escorts. He didn't want another bad feeling in the place, so he made sure everyone was going accordingly and within the laws that he established about the well being of everything. Escorts were treated with care for their services, each and everyone had periodic medical check ups to make sure that they were clean, fed good food and were in a nice environment where they could do their business in private, just some much needed human decency. Anyone that roughed up the hookers were to pay extra in order for them to recuperate, Six would be there to judge if they were lying or not to avoid fraud.

"I have to admit, some of them grabbed my eye, and the place now actually feels like a casino should. But I'm not here for the fun times, not yet. I've been thinking that maybe you could come with me, you know, like the old times. Just drinking and having a fun time!" She said with the smallest hint of desperation.

"Hmm... Fine. I need to leave the Lucky 38 anyways. Can't be holed up here all the time." He responded before finishing his drink. She shrieked in delight.

"Oh this is going to be so much fun! Come on! Let's go! Let's go! Let's get drunk as all hell and have a good time!" She then grabbed his arm and started pulling him towards the elevator. Didn't help that she had the strength of a brahmin to pull him.

"Easy there Veronica! Jesus, you're gonna yank my arm off!"

1 year later, Lucky 38

"Well, today's the day. I'm sure that they're going to stick to their schedule as soldiers would." The courier mumbled as he packed everything that he could in his duffel bag. Medical equipment and chems, some seeds from the various plants of the Mojave wasteland, weapons that were easy enough to carry and ammunition to last for days. A few books for entertainment, a toolbox in pristine condition with tools that took a while to clean up, an extra set of clothes, a Regulator duster compliments of the Lonesome drifter, his own Duster, the one that he received from Ulysses, a Ranger red scarf outfit, just because he liked how it looked on him, a wasteland wanderer outfit and for the style of it all, his own Kings Outfit, because damn do the clothes look good to wear. He donned his Riot Gear because he wanted to be ready for anything.

Finally in his hands, a picture taken not too long ago. Everyone that he had as a companion as there, they were laughing happily while eating Lilly's food and drinking cold drinks. Though happy he was in that picture, the courier could only lament at what was going to happen today. As he put the photo in his bag, he double checked if his gear and other supplies were ready to go, so far he had everything.

"So, you're really going." Boone comes in through the door in his office, his trademark first recon beret proudly sitting on his head and his first Recon survival armor, now having a hole or two more from these last seven years.

"Yep. If I want to avoid the least amount of bloodshed, then I gotta pack up. I know you don't want to see your old comrades blood on the floor." He responded as he went to the table and put in the two canteens of water that he nearly forgot to pack.

"That's kind of you, but is it really necessary for you to leave? You could always fight, there's nothing stopping you from doing that. So tell me, word for word, why would the greatest man that I've ever served need to leave the land that he fought tooth and nail to get?"

"Because the Mojave is going to receive my message at last." He responded as he looked at his old friend. "This land isn't mine, it's ours. We the inhabitants are what shaped it, not the NCR and certainly not the god damn Legion. The people are the ones that made this place, not me."

"Message? What are you talking about? If it wasn't for you, this place would still be the same grueling land as before. What makes you think that the NCR won't just march through the land and take it?"

"My friend..." He took his helmet to his hands as he looked at him. "From the very beginning, I've never been the guy to lead people. I was just a Courier doing my job. But even so, I wanted the people to fight their own battles. They don't need to depend on me, not anymore. You'll see." He was certain in his words as he brought out his Ham Radio. "Go downstairs and have a drink, my last transmission is about to begin and I'm going to say a couple of truths. If Cass was here she'd think that I drunk too much or I'd get a power fist through the gut, compliments of Veronica."

"You're really going through with this, aren't you?" He asked still not wanting to believe it.

"Yeah." That was the only confirmation that Boone needed to hear.

"...Sir!" He saluted to the Courier, the man that had gone with him through heaven and hell and gave him the closure that he needed for his past.

"I might not see you again, but you were the best, soldier." He imitated the gesture with a hardened look of resolution. That was all the sniper needed to see. No faltering nor regrets. He was more than ready. With that, he left leaving the Courier alone at last. "Yes Man, you listen to The King's orders now, got it?"

"Alright buddy, if you think that's for the best! Updating new person in charge." He responded back to him cheerfully, before starting to update the new changes.

He booted up the radio and put himself on the frequency before speaking through the microphone.

"Morning everyone from the Mojave, this is Six from the Daily Mojave, wanting to give you kind people the current weather for today. It seems that we might have another sunny day with no clouds in sight, though there might be a sandstorm in the making, so be careful while making your way through the wasteland! Tradings with the Caravans has never been safer from these last couple of years, with mercenaries and hired muscle from the NCR, water and food seem to be stable enough for everyone to have a normal living and raiders started to go down by the day!" He took a small pause before continuing dragging it on.

"It is truly amazing, what we've accomplished these last 7 years. After the NCR and Legion were kicked out, everyone thought that we wouldn't survive the first month, and we nearly didn't. But we are a bunch of stubborn Brahmin, aren't we? No matter how many chips we are down, we also find a way to turn the odds to our favor. After that, it was almost smooth sailing.

We've built more farms to plant vegetables, power plants to get energy to run our appliances and defenses, secured more food and water then we would've in a decade and liberated more land than we actually need! This was not the effort of just one man folks, this was our effort. Every drop of sweat, blood and effort was for us to make it until now. The NCR can have all the land that they want and the Legion can try to force it however they want, but this... this is something we earned it for ourselves." Another small pause before steeling himself.

"I haven't been honest with you lot, truth is... The whole of the Mojave wasteland... Everything that I've done so far, as been a road of repentance. When Benny popped two caps on my head, I was struck with amnesia, not remembering whatever the heck I've done in the past or even remembering my own name. So I adopted my current one 'Courier Six', what was meant to be a normal delivery ended with me in a shallow grave and then began a journey of revenge.

But as I kept walking the destroyed roads, exploring the Mojave and meeting new people, the more I kept thinking on how I was going to meet with the man himself. Was I going ahead and pop two bullets back to him? Was I gonna break his legs and make him beg for mercy? Was I going to punch him right in the mouth? Or was I gonna hear him out on why he did it?

I was angry for the longest time, yet I got distracted every time with other things. I've made a trip to Utah with the Happy Trails Caravan, met the Burning Man himself and convinced him to let go of his hatred, that if he wanted to truly take a step into peace, then he had to let go of it. Afterwards, I went to the legend of the Sierra Madre and it was a horror film to the last detail. Just a bunch of people that couldn't let go of the past and all it took was a stupid Courier to make them come to terms with themselves. Some decided to stay, others left to their own accord. I even visited the Big Empty, but it is best that I left that there.

Wherever I walked, it was just the same thing. People couldn't let go of the past or simply carried the past with them for more than they should have. But if there was a place that truly made me open my eyes, was my forgotten sin, the Divide." He closed his eyes as he saw the destruction that he delivered to that place and how it wouldn't ever be the same.

"The Divide, a place with intense radiation, a place destroyed by unknown reasons. All of you know this from word to word, but I know the truth for I am living proof of it. I was the one that delivered the instrument of destruction, an activation device, awakening the missile silo from it's dormant state and killing both NCR and Legion indirectly, though they weren't really dead. They became phantoms of their old selves, hunting down whoever was different from them, without a hint of hesitation. I walked that Lonesome Road, saw with my own eyes what I had done and when I met the person that had called me, another Courier, we talked. Each and every word that he spoke was nothing more than the truth and each interaction that he had made, unravel another mystery from my forgotten past.

I was the cause for all those lives, but I had forgotten about it due to my amnesia. Or maybe I chose to forget, not wanting to carry the weight on my shoulders. But no matter how much I run from it, or how far I travel, it'll always remain there, like the mistakes that we make in our lives or the actions that we regret till this day." Another pause as he opened a canteen to drink a bit of water for his parched throat.

"The Mojave was my road to redemption, at least in my eyes. With some hope, maybe I was able to redeem myself even for just a little bit. But with all roads, there's going to be an ending somewhere right?

That's what I wanted to inform you. Today, after seven years of service to all of you, I'm stepping down from my position and transferring it to The King in Freeside. I've had my fair dealings with him, he's trustworthy enough.

I was informed a year ago that the NCR was planning to march their way into the Lucky 38 disguised as civilians, today is the day that they'll make their move. Normally, you'd see me fight off against impossible odds and come up on top, but not today. I don't want unnecessary bloodshed from that useless bastard that they call President Kimbell or the war maniac Legate Lanius.

In preparation for the assassin unit, I've been in contact with people that could help me escape. In every sense of the way, this is actions of a coward, but I don't care. I want to live, but I don't want New Vegas or the Mojave to suffer another 3rd battle, if by leaving means that you good folk are gonna be alright, then that's quite fine for me.

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I have a message to deliver to you, Mojave. Will you listen to me? This land is not mine to keep, it was yours to begin with and so I'm giving it back to you folks. The NCR and the Legion can go fuck themselves to think that they can take what was rightfully yours. New Vegas and the Mojave wasteland are and will always be independent, because you people are free from those wannabe gods and masters.

Even when I'm gone, you people are gonna give them hell, because each and every one of you are one tough son of a bitch. And it was my pleasure- no, my honor to have met each and everyone one of you. I'm glad that I was able to be your friend until the very end, it has been tough, but fun as well. Look at me being all sappy for a simple goodbye... Bet you all are laughing at me right now." He took out the device that supposedly will take him to somewhere else. He aimed at a nearby wall and fired it, sounding almost like a laser pistol shooting as it opening a portal, the device broke soon after malfunctioned before breaking into different pieces, like the junk that his office had. The doctors at the think thank told him that they had no idea what would happen when he traversed the wormhole, that there may have side effects during or after the travel, to expect the worst.

"My road here is over, Mojave. You've been one hell of a ride." He put his duffel bag on and put his back to the ham radio. "War, war never changes, men do. Through the roads that we walk on" He mumbled to himself with the words that Ulysses spoke of, his lips curved up slightly while putting his helmet on. "I'll see you if our paths cross again, but I doubt it."

"New California Republic! Courier Six, you are under arrest!" The door was suddenly kicked, service rifles all trained upon his back, shouting at his name.

"Sorry fellas! Not today." And with that he walked through the portal casually, as they started to open fire on him. As soon as he passed over, the portal collapsed and the only thing that the ham radio could pick up, was the military unit questioning what happened and the absence of their once greatest ally.