I'm starting yet another Fallout story!

This time New Vegas!

Character bio:

Name: Kyrie Swanson

Hair color: Black

Hair style: Pixie cut, much easier to be a courier without having to worry about her hair getting in her way. She ended up chopping it off herself with a knife.

Eye color: Green

Appearance: Pretty yet she doesn't really like dressing up. She was always a tomboy growing up in her small town. Short, skinny, flat chested. Very boylike much to her annoyance. Always likes to wear home made outfits such as her cruiser outfit, a pair of biker goggles, and a scarf.

Personality: Sarcastic, kind of a space cadit, never afraid to say what's on her mind. She can be nice when she wants to be.

Skills: Quite excellent with guns, especially sniper rifles. She is quite proud of her Lock pick skills. She is able to take apart a gun, clean it, put it back together in under an hour.

Anywho, I am very proud of this Fallout character.

Eventual romance but not until way later.

I only own Kyrie!

Enjoy!

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Mojave...Mo' problems!

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Chapter 1

One for my baby

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Craig Boone was always a patient man.

He had to be. It was part of the job.

Sharp eyes gazing over the dark desert, he saw little too nothing of any movement. A few molerats here, a couple of Gecko's there...nothing worth wasting any ammo. Looking through his scope, he gazed down the long stretch of deserted highway. Maybe something other then a mutated animal would come within his line of sight. Maybe a stray Legionarrie, but he couldn't get his hopes up.

Movement caught his eye, and he readied his rifle. Maybe he would get his wish afterall.

"Hello...who do you have here?" He muttered to himself, noticing a figure walking up the road towards the town. A soft green light illuminated from the persons wrist, lighting their path.

He watched with interest as the small child (whoever this person was was short, so he could only assume it was a child) finally stopped at the foot of the Dinosaur, gazing up at it in awe. The mysterious person then removed what appeared to be a pair of biker goggles and a scarf.

This person wasn't a child at all. It was a young adult, no older then nineteen, maybe twenty. And it was a she.

She had short black hair that looked as if she rolled in dirt, her small face was encrusted with dust and grim from the unforgiving desert and there was a trail of blood on her small neck. On her back, she sported a modded out Hunting rifle, which was impressive.

Who was this girl?

Boone continued to watch her as she continued to walk to the hotel entrance. She stopped suddenly, looking right where he was. She had incredibly large eyes as they shifted back and forth. Smart girl, aware of her surroundings.

"Wonder what her story is?" He asked himself. Shrugging, he continued to watch over the wasteland, not seeming to know he would get a visitor soon. One that would change his life for the better.

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Kyrie Swanson yawned as she entered the old motel building. She was beyond excausted, every one of her limbs hurt, and not to mention a bunch of sand had gone down her pants. Not very comfortable in the slightlest.

Dusting the dirt off of her clothes, she approached the counter. "Um, excuse me?" She asked.

The woman turned around with a kind expression. A little too kind. Which was slightly creepy in her book.

"Why hello, dear." She said with a mid western accent. Kyrie felt a sense of familairity.

She remembered back at her farm town in Montana before she up and left at the tender age of fifteen. Her mom would always ask why she couldn't be like Kyra or Reese, her two older sisters.

Kyra was the oldest. And the bossiet. She always had to have her own way or it wasn't going to fly at all. She was tall, well built in the chest region, had long black hair and the prettiest blue eyes in the city. Or so she thought anyway. She and Kyrie had always butted heads, especially over how Kyrie looked or dressed.

Reese was the middle sister. She was pretty much like Kyra, only with slightly shorter hair. But she and Kyrie's arguments would sometimes turn in full on fist fights, which would usually involve Reese tattling to their mom, and Kyrie with a spilt lip. But she didn't give a shit. She hated her sisters.

But not as much as her Mother. Her mother was the devil incarnate. Slapping her around, always putting her down, pulling her hair, you name it.

Her father had died when she was little, and with his death went her protection from her mom and her sisters.

Kyrie wasn;t the best looking girl in the group. She was short, skinny, didn;t really have much in the chest department, and she was just...different.

Her mom always made it out to be that she was a outcast, a freak, a weird-o blah blah.

But really, Kyrie was resourceful. She knew how to live off the land, shoot guns, and pick locks. Not to mention, she could survive a point blank shot to the head with a 9 mm.

Huh. The odds seemed to be in her favor.

She used to have long hair like her sister, but in a fit of rage and rebellion, she took her mom's cleaver and chopped it off. Then grabbed what she could carry (which wasn't much but enough) and fled the small town, hitching a ride with a traveling merchant until they reached Primm, where she got a job as a Courier.

That was four years ago.

She doubt her family missed her. She sure as hell didn't miss them.

"Uhh..Hi." She waved a gloved hand. "Yeah, so, I'm a traveler, I would like..a..a room." Why was she stammering?

"Oh of course, dearie...only a hundred caps and you can stay as long as you see fit." The woman said in a kind tone.

Hundred caps for a room? Good god. But she really needed a place to stay and to store her spare equipment. She could always come back for it later if need be.

She counted out the precious little guys and handed them to the woman, who placed them behind the counter in the old cash register.

"I hope you enjoy your stay! I treat all those I meet with nothing but comfort!"

Eh?

"Umm...we never met." Kyrie said slowly, starting to feel uncomfortable.

"Oh where are my manners.." The woman held out a wrinkled hand. "I'm Jeannie May, and I own this hotel in this beautiful town of Novac, I see all kinds of folks pass through here."

That caught Kyrie's attention. "You didn't happen to see a guy with a checkered coat walk through here?"

"You know him?"

"You could say that."

Jeannie May pondered for a moment. "Now that you mention it, I did see someone like that not that long ago with a couple of great Khans. Had his nose up so high, he couldn't see past the clouds. Typical city folk."

Kyrie waited for her to finish. When she didn't say anything for the next few minutes, the girl spoke in a tone of annoyance. "Any clue of their whereabouts now?"

"Oh, well, my guess is the Strip, ask Manny Vargas, he'd know better then me."

"Thanks for the help." Kyrie turned her back to the woman, and rolled her eyes. Insane old woman who reminds me of my evil mother. She shuddered as she exited the lobby and made her way outside.

On her way up to her room, she couldn't help but stare at the head of the large dinosaur. Why did she feel like she was being watched as she approached the town? Was there someone up there?

Opening the door to her room, she nearly squealed at the sight of the large queen sized bed. Throwing her hunting rifle onto the couch, she collasped on the soft surface, not even boithering to take off her shoes or her goggles. It felt good sleeping on an actual bed instead of an abandoned bed roll or on the ground.

With the thought of revenge on her mind, she fell into a deep untroubled sleep.

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The next morning, she woke up to the bright rays of sunlight blinding her and to the puddle of saliva on the pillow. 'Nasty.' She grumbled, wiping her mouth.

She felt better then she had in days. Sitting up, she stretched, making loud noises of contentment when she felt the vertibres in her back pop one by one.

"Fuck...long trip ahead of me, I don't even know where the fucking trip is, like I've ever been there." She grumbled to herself as she got up, heading to the bathroom to wash the smeared grim on her pale face.

She felt better when she felt the cold and unradiated water splash on her face. "Ahh...better!" She sighed.

Picking up her hunting rifle, her supple pack, and all her ammo, she opened the door to greet the day. Inhaling deeply the morning air, she looked down at the courtyard and saw a man walking to his room. She leaned over the railing so she could get a good look at him. He was tall, muscular, and he looked..angry. He looked like he didn't belong here. On his head was a blood red beret, like the ones the NCR wore. She had done her fair share of studying on them and she recgonized the First Recon emblem.

She nearly choked when she saw him stop and stare up at her, the frown lines on his face intensifying when he stared up at her. A few seconds passed before he continued on his way, the sound of a door slamming reaching her ears.

"What's his deal?" She muttered. Shrugging it off, she headed downstairs. She was so busy checking her pip-boy map, she didn't see another man exiting his own room until she ran head long into him, knocking her small frame to the ground.

"Whoa, I'm sorry, didn't see you!" A tanned hand reached down to help her up. Kyrie took hold of the hand, lifting her goggles up to rest on top of her head.

"It's all good!" She said with a grin.

"Don't think I've ever seen you here before." The man, who had curly black hair, said, looking her up and down. 'What's a little kid like you doing here?'

Kyrie felt a vein throb in her temple. "My name is Kyrie and I'm no little kid...I'm nineteen years old and in case you're wondering, I'm not short..I'm vertically impaired."

"I meant no offense." The man held up his hands in a surrender motion. "I'm Manny...Manny Vargas."

"Really?" Kyrie exclaimed. "That is awesome, I have something to ask you and it's crucially important."

Manny rose an eyebrow. "Shoot."

"Have you seen a man in a checkered suit? He and I have some...'unfinished business' to discuss."

Manny then told her everything he knew...which wasn;t all that much but it was enough. He told her about when he used to be a Great Khan, which was a tribe out in Red Rock Canyon. Straining her memory, she remembered that Benny did have a couple of body guards with him that night.

"Last I heard, they were heading to Boulder City, may want to check there."

"Thanks. One more question."

"Once again, shoot."

"Who was that guy with the beret?"

"Who? Boone?" Manny asked. "Oh, he's the night sniper that watches over the town."

"What's his deal?"

"You feel brave, ask him yourself when it's his shift again."

Kyrie smirked.

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Later that night:

Kyrie had snuck into the Dinosaur souvnier shop at around ten at night. 'I really hope he doesn't shoot me in the face, I will like my face not shot at.' She sang a little tune to herself as she climbed the stairs. Reaching the door, she slowly opened it and saw his muscular form standing there, gun in hand as he stared over the vast desert.

"Uh..Hi."

Boone jumped with a yell and turned around. "Goddamnit, don't sneak up on me like that! What do you want?"

Kyrie raised an eyebrow. "Expecting visitors?" She replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Yeah. I guess maybe I am. But not like you."

The tone of his voice suggested his was a misture of surprised and annoyed.

"Huh. Maybe it was you I was expecting all along."

"Come again?" She asked. For some reason, his voice made her heart pound. Was that a normal emotion when hearing a guy talk?

"Why are you here?" He asked, his tone snarling now.

"I was just checking out the view." She replied, her small arms crossed over her stomach. This guy was way taller then her but she didn't feel intimidated. everybody was taller then her it seemed.

"I think you better leave." He said in a angry tone.

"Just making friendly conversation, god." She snapped back, annoyed at his cold demeanor.

"I don't have friends here." Was his short response.

"Wel, I'm not from here." She countered, grinning smugly.

Boone's face took on a thoughtful look. He was thinking of something, and she wanted to know what.

"No. No, you're not, are you? Maybe you shouldn't go. Not just yet." His soft tone caused her to raise her eyebrows.

"Why is that?" She asked, curiosity ringing clear in her voice.

"I need someone I can trust." He said simply. "You're a stranger. That's a start."

Kyrie didn't know what to think. First the man was telling her to get out of his face and now he was saying he trusted her because she wasn't a local. What was going on with him?

"What do you want me to do?" She asked, feeling intrigued by this point.

Boone took a deep breath. "I want you to find something out for me." He started. "I don't know if there's anything to find but I need someone to try."

Kyrie nodded, trying to see his eyes through the sunglasses he wore.

"My wife was taken from our home by Legion slavers while I was on watch." He explained, malice creeping into his tone as he spoke. Kyrie felt his anger.

"They knew when to come and what route to take, and they only took Carla." The way he said her name was enough to get her to agree but she let him continue. "Someone set it up. I don't know who."

"So, you're trying to track your wife?" She asked slowly, trying to understand what he was asking.

"My wifes dead." He snapped, causing her to step back slightly. "I want the son of a bitch who sold her."

"Okay, alright, sorry." She snapped back in defense. "What do I do when I find this person?"

"Bring him out in front of the nest here while I'm on duty." He explained. "I work nights."

He then took off the beret he was wearing, revealing a shaved head. "I'll give you my NCR beret to put on. It'll be our signal, so I'll know you're standing with him."

She looked over the soft beret in her small hands. "Then what?" She asked.

"Then I'll take care of the rest. I need to do this myself." He said with a determined tone masked with anger.

"Alrighty." She stuffed the beret into her pack. "I'll see what I can do to help you out."

"Good. I'll make it worth your while." He said. Kyrie felt a little fluttery when he said that but ignored it. What was this feeling she was feeling? Must be indigestion. Damn bighorner steak. She was about to leave when a strong hand clamped down on her small shoulder. "And one more thing. We shouldn't speak again. Not until it's over." With that, he turned back to the desert, watching the sand swith sharp eyes.

"Okie dokie." She muttered, shutting the door behind her.

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Sitting on the stairs of the Dinosaur, she rested her head in her hands, trying to think of someone in the town that would sell Boone's wife.

No-bark was an insane old man but he wouldn't hurt anyone.

Manny was a possibility. He told her how he and Boone's wife didn't get along at all, in fact he hated her with a passion. But he didn't seem the type to sell anyone.

The McBrides were too kind to sell anything, even their brahmin.

Jeannie May on the other hand. Something seemed off about that woman. She looked as if she was hiding something.

Movement from the lobby caught her attention, leaping up, she crouched behind the tail and watched as said woman shut the door without lcoking it and made her way to her house.

"Well, Miss Jeannie May Crawford...let's see skeletons you have in your closet." Walking casually, making sure no one was watching, she silently opened the door and snuck inside. Sneakily, she headed behind the counter. 'What do we have here?' She mumbled, noticing the shiny surface of the floor safe. Looking over the lock, she found it was too difficult to open, so with skill, she picked at it with her lucky bobby pin and the screwdriver.

After a few minutes, she heard the familair click of the lock opening and she swung the safe open. "Nice, money.." She scooped the caps into her bag along with a magazine called, 'Meeting people.' What really caught her attention was a scroll, rolled up nicely and tied shut with a small piece of string.

Unraveling it, she read it over, her heart plummenting.

It was a Bill of Sale.

'We, the resprensitives of the Consul Officiorum, have this day day bargained and purchased from Jeannie May Crawford of the township of Novac the exclusive rights to ownership and sale of the slave Carla Boone for the sum of one thosand bottle caps, and those of her unborn child for the sum of five hundred bottle caps, the receipt whereof is hereby acknowledged. We warrant the slave and her young to be sound, healthy, and slaves for life. We conveint with the said Jeannie May Crawford, that we have full power to bargain and her offspring. Payment of an additional five hundred caps will be due pending successful maturation of the fetus, the claim to which shall be guaranteed by possession of this document.'

Kyrie felt the color drain from her face as she leant against the wood counter. She felt sick to her stomach.

Carla Boone...and her unborn child. Dead. Boone's wife and their unborn baby. Dead.

"She was pregnant." Kyrie seethed. "Pregnant! That bitch sold her and her unborn baby...bitch!" Pocketing the Bill of sale, she stood up and took notice of the neatly organized Lobby. After looting the place, she headed back outside and followed the path that lead to Jeannie May's house.

Fighting to keep a cool composure, she knocked loudly on the door. Jeannie May opened the door, looking tired. "Little late for a visit, dear. Everything alright?"

Cut the nice act, Granny. Kyrie thought savagely, faking a smile. "Yeah, it's just I found something out in front of the dinosaur and it's totally amazing, you should come check it out."

"Can it wait until morning?"

"No, no! you have to come see it now!" Kyrie exclaimed. "It won't be there much longer! Come on!"

"Well, alright, if you say so child." Slipping on her shoes, Jeannie May followed Kyrie until they reached the pile of rocks.

"Well where is it?"

"Oh it's here.." Faking a yawn, she reached into her pocket for the beret and fit it snugly around her head. "Sorry, just got this thing, wanna wear it."

"Isn't that Bo..." Her words were cut off when her head exploded in a shower of brain matter, bone, and blood. The red flecks hit Kyrie's goggles, staining them red but she simply wiped them clean with her torn fingerless gloves.

"Aww man, I got stuff on my thing!" Kyrie grumlbed, wiping blood from her arm and her vest. Glancing up at the mouth, she smirked and gave a thumbs up before glancing down at the headless corpse of Jeannie May Crawford.

"May you rot in hell for what you did, you murdering bitch." She growled out, before making her way up to the dinosaur. "I may not have known Carla, but she didn't deserve that."

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Walking up the stairs, she opened the door and saw Boone still facing outward, his gn drawn. Turning at the sound of the door closing, he gave her a look that she couldn't read. Was that satisfaction?

"So, that's it then." He said quietly. "How'd you know?"

Kyrie took a deep breath. "I had a hunch right when I met her. Something didn't seem right, I tried asking her about your wife and she would quickly change the subject."

"That's it? A hunch?" His tone went from quiet to furious.

"No, let me finish." She said in a defensive tone. "I also found this.." She handed him the scroll. "It's the Bill of Sale for Carla..." She gave him a look of sympathy as he read it over. "I'm sorry, Boone."

His expression didn't change as he read the bill. He then proceeded to crumple it up and fling out of the dinosaur's mouth, his fists clenched.

"Thanks for finding that." He muttered.

"Hey, no problem." She said quietly, not quite knowing what to say to the broken man. What could you say to a guy who lost everything?

She jumped slightly when he handed her a small pouch. "What's this?" She asked, not quite sure what to do.

"That's all I can offer." He kept his eyes down the whole time. Kyrie shook the bag, the distinct sound of caps jingling around made her eyebrows rise.

"I can't take your money." She muttered, trying to hand the pouch back to him but he pushed it back.

"Just take it." He said, sounding irritated.

Shrugging, she tucked the small pouch into her bag. "So, what are you gonna do now?"

Boone shrugged. "I don't know. I won't be staying. Not much point anymore except hunting legionarres."

He then gave her a hard look.

"Maybe I'll wander. Like you."

An idea suddenly hit Kyrie like that bighorner bull did on her way to this town. "Hey, maybe we can 'wander'", She made quotation marks with her fingers as she spoke. "Together."

"You don't wanna do that." He said without even a pause. She gave him a annoyed look.

"Oh come on!" She whined. "Like you said, there's pretty much nothing for you here but memories and not very good ones, mind you." She saw him raise his eyebrows.

"So what do you say?"

Boone was silent for a minute before speaking again, with a air of annoyance.

"Fine, let's get out of here."

"By the way, I'm Kyrie." She said, holding out her small hand which was engulfed by his way bigger one. "Kyrie Swanson."

"Craig Boone."

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Who baby! This was fun to write out!

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