Project Iesus

a

Fallout 3/New Vegas

Fanfiction

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PimpedOutToast

Chapter 1

Go West Young Man

When we last left Richard he was about to leave for New Vegas. However, during flight his condition took a turn for the worst; it began altering between extreme acceleration and slow progression. Now, with the window shortened, the team of Fawkes, Judas, and Richard must save Eve faster than originally planned. Now? Now they are low on fuel and approaching an air force base North-East of the city of New Vegas.

Richard picked up the radio. "Nellis Air Force Base, this is Richard Edwards of the capital Wasteland, requesting permission to land. We are at Bingo Fuel and require permission to land."

There was silence then, "You have permission to land, Capital Wasteland. We've designated a runway. Confirm you see the flares?"

"Confirmed. We're coming in..."

Richard eased the plane onto the runway and slowed it to a stop.

He shut the plane off and walkde down the steps, squeesing between supplies, ammunition, and the weapon systems.

Judas and Fawkes followed.

"See? No problem." Richard cleared his throat; it had began to hurt more to talk.

His vocal chords were beginning to deteriorate; soon he'd do nothing but roar and grunt and growl.

He lowered the ramp.. and was met with rifles.

"You were saying, pureblood?" said Judas.

"Hands in the air and follow me," Said one of the people.

Then Richard recognized their uniforms.

"..Vault Jumpsuits? You all are-were- vault dwellers?"

"That's right. Get a move on, all of you! We're taking possession of this gunship and everything in it."

The three reluctantly made their way out of the plane and to the quarters of Pearl...

Ethan sighed.

While ruling New Vegas was easy living, it was also boring.

He missed the days where he went out and adventured.

He imagined the hot desert sun beating down and the comfortable feel of a rifle in his hands.

"Sir, there's been a plane landing at Nellis Air Force Base!" Said the cheery voice of Yes Man.

"Interesting." He stood from his chair. "Yes Man! Ready my old Adventurer's Outfit and a my Assault Carbine, with some extended Magazines."

Ethan paused. "And maybe my pump shotgun, coin shot shells only please."

"Yes sir!"

Ethan was going to check out this strange landing...

After all, everything in Vegas was his business...

Pearl sat down at her desk and two men guarded the door.

"Why are you three here?" the leader of the Boomers asked.

"I'm Richard Edwards of the Capital Wasteland. I'd say it is a pleasure but-!"

The door opened causing the two guards to react.

"Easy now. Howdy Pearl. It's been a while."

The man in the duster and armor walked up next to Richard and tipped his hat.

"A pleasure, son. Now about these fine gentlemen. Ya'll can't go around just stealin' things because they happen to be related to flight. That there plane happens to have an owner, am I right, son?"

Richard nodded. "Yes! It's my gunship!"

"See? I have a proposition for the both of ya. The plane belongs to this boy and his friends. However, I think it's fair if he let ya'll go in and look around a bit, maybe learn how some of the technology works... provided ya'll put everything back the way it was. In return, ya'll will keep the gunship here safe."

Richard didn't mind the terms, but Pearl frowned.

"Now Pearl, this is completely reasonable. Besides, it isn't as if you have a choice in the matter." Ethan said, his polite mannerisms not faltering, despite the somewhat threatening undertones behind his words.

"...Very well."

"Good. Now that that's been settled, ya'll three come with me. Ya'llre gonna be my VIP Guests. Oh wait, how rude of me. My name is Ethan Von Bannon, and I'm the man in charge around these parts. A pleasure..."

"Richard. Richard Edwards. The Super Mutant is Fawkes and the Scorpion guy is Judas."

"Well then, Richard, shall we? I'll personally be your guide!"

The four then left, heading for Freeside.

"An' this is the headquarters of The King and his gang. They keep the peace here in freeside." Ethan explained.

"An' here's the strip itself in all her glory." He pushed open the doors to The Strip and revealed the lights and sounds of the Crown Jewel of New Vegas.

Richard was in awe. "So many lights..."

"She's amazing isn't she? Come on, we're headed to the Lucky 38."

Upon arrival on the Penthouse Floor, Von Bannon took his seat.

"So, what brings you fine gentlemen all the way here from the other side of the country?"

Richard explained his situation to Von Bannon.

The leader of New Vegas laughed.

"Son, listen here. The Enclave isn't much more than a bunch of dusty old windbags round' these parts nowadays. Last time the group was active is when I took Hoover Dam for myself. I convinced em to help me. However,"

He rested his elbows on the arms of the chair and intertwined his fingers.

"If what ya'll say is true... then there is one of them ya'll should worry about. Orion Moreno. I had to talk him into fighting with me. It wasn't easy. I think I'll send someone to keep an eye on him."

Ethan snapped his fingers and a Securitron appeared. Unlike most, it had a cowboy for a face.

"Howdy, Mr. Von Bannon! What'daya need from little old me?"

"Victor, I'd like it if you'd patrol the NCR Sharecropper District. Be discreet like about it though; we can't have Orion getting wise to our suspicions. Just make sure that you report in if someone contacts him."

"Will do, boss man!" Victor rolled into the elevator and then went on his way.

Ethan could tell Richard was curious; he'd had him figured for the computer lover.

"That there's Victor, a special Securitron and my own personal soldier. He reports to me and only me; even Yes Man can't give him orders without my say-so."

Ethan smirked. "Now, would you gentlemen like a drink?"

No response.

"Aren't drinking men, huh? Alright, that's fine. I think I'll let ya'll try something I guarantee ya'll don't have out east. Yes Man! Have a securitron bring us 4 sarsaparillas."

"Yes Sir!"

As they waited for the drinks Ethan's expression turned serious.

"So you said you're gonna become one o' them Deathclaws. Maybe you don't have to lose your mind. I have a friend who... specializes in this field, I suppose you could say. Come here, I'll mark the location on your map." Richard walked over to him and Ethan marked a cave.

"Dead Wind Cavern?" Richard asked, a bit worried.

"It's all a name, son. Nothing to be scared of."

The drinks arrived and Richard opened the bottle... with his claw. It was almost second nature now; he'd been doing it to Nuka Colas for a while.

He drank some of the liquid and noticed that it was sweeter than Nuka Cola. Not a bad thing though.

Judas was fighting not to give in to his altered taste buds; the sweetness of the drink was driving him crazy.

Fawkes seemed to enjoy the drink, but his expressions didn't change very much as it was.

He had, however, "re learned" articulation on a level of a normal human, and he sounded perfectly human now.

His voice had lost its higher pitched outbursts and he could speak in a level tone with no breaks in speech aside from regular breathing of course.

"I see you all like the flavor of the south?" Said Von Bannon.

The three agreed.

"Good to know. I have a proposition for you as well...Fawkes was it?"

"Yes, that is I. What is it that you want?"

"I have a feeling you'll thank me for this later." Ethan stood up and looked out a window of the 38.

"See that road that leads into the mountains? Follow it and you'll eventually reach an old Ski Resort... I have a feeling you'll be pleasantly surprised. It's dangerous though," Ethan snapped his fingers and an image appeared on the computer screen.

It was a large insect with bright wings and a dark body. It just looked evil.

"This is a Cazador, or "Hunter". They were mutated from Tarantula Hawk Wasps. Very poisonous. They're fast too; normally I'd recommend a shotgun of the semi-automatic variety, but you seem like you favor something a bit... larger scale."

Ethan walked over to the elevator. "I'll be right back."

He soon returned with a Red Minigun.

"Behold, gentlemen! The CZ75-Avenger! This puppy has a rate of fire and raw power that can turn swarms of those things into Swiss cheese in seconds! The mag is a bit small though. I'll provide you with some extra ammo, and some Hollow Points for those pesky bugs."

He passed the minigun to Fawkes who inspected it dutifully before hoisting the ammo onto his back.

Ethan turned to Judas. "You should go with him; you're immune to that poison, right? You're some kind of scorpion, so I'd assume so."

"Yes. That might be a good idea."

Ethan handed Fawkes a sack.

"Some anti-venom, just in case. Well, the sun's still high, so I'd suggest ya'll get a move on. Oh, yes. The lot of you tell the one who greets you that Ethan sent ya." He looked to Richard specifically.

"And you, find Goris and ask him where his daughter is. Tell her 'Best Regards from Von Bannon'."

"Alright..." Richard was a bit aggravated; he wasn't a messenger boy... he didn't have time to deliver love notes...

When they left Yes Man's face appeared on the screen.

"This situation is rather ironic, isn't it, Sir?"

Ethan chuckled. "Agreed! To think delivering messages was once my job. I hope that Richard boy doesn't get himself in the situation I wound up in.

"Shut your mouth! THIS LEGION IS MINE NOW! I'll bloody do what I please! Now quit arguing and get the blood equipment unloaded!"

His name was Ruin.

He had been sent by his creators, the Enclave, to take control of the Legion.

After obliterating the Ex-Legate Lanius in combat, he had taken the throne.

His tail shook and rattled in delight at the suffering of these mere humans.

He was superior in every way!

He scratched the cyote-like ear sticking from his head.

It was good to be on top. Now all he had to do was wait until the right time and his newly equipped forces would decimate the Securitorns and Von Bannon and take the dam.

"It's good to be king..."

As Fawkes and Judas fought their way up the mountain, one of the cazadores flew into a hole on top of a cave.

It stopped in front of a "thone" of sorts. The Cazador let out a series of clicking and buzzing noises.

"Mmm... this is interesting...Bring me the one with the tail. I don't care about the Super Mutant, do with him as you want."

The voice came from a petite girl in the nude. Her irises were a very bright, bold orange. Her hair was shoulder length, and black with navy streaks in it.

On her back were a pair of glistening orange wings.

Her nails were short claws that were black.

'I'm actually kind of glad they got me now... I managed to find a suitable mate...'

The Legendary Cazador, Queen of the Silverpeak Mine hive, had been captured;

The stingers of her soldiers were inadequate in peircing the armor of the Black Ones.

She was sedated and taken away.

When she awoke, she found herself in a strange cell of light.

Then the light became steel and sealed off.

A gas was released and she passed out.

Upon awakening she discovered a whole new world of senses.

She no longer had compound eyes; her field of view had shrunk.

She noticed she had only four legs, two of which didn't feel like legs...

He realized she still had her wings. Good. She could escape.

She then noticed that all sorts of thought processes that she hadn't had before were there.

She also was cut off from the hive mind. She was alone in her head.

She noticed that she no longer had an exoskeleton as well.

She stood up on two legs, as if by nature. She stumbled a bit before looking at a mirror that had been set up next to her.

"Is this... me?" She said to nobody in particular.

She was actually smaller than how she had been before the transformation.

She wasn't tiny by human standards, about average height for a human female.

As previously mentioned, she was, in a word, petite.

Then a door opened in the room; a chance!

She blazed past the scientist and moved at speeds she'd never even dreamed of before to escape the underground complex.

She had then flown back to her home, where she was surprisingly greeted normally by her hive; they could still hear her, but she had to use her new "ears" to listen back.

Richard had taken a very long route but had finally arrived.

Well, sort of. Right now he was hiding from the deathclaws outside the cave and praying the wind didn't change.

One on one or maybe even two on one he could handle, but there were about 5 deathclaws of varying maturity outside the cave, so-

He felt a breeze blow from behind him toward the cave.

"Fuck." He said.

The Deathclaws all noticed him and one of the older ones came to check it out.

'That's right, I probably smell funny right now. ' He remembered his 'condition'.

He Hugged the rock wall.

The Deathclaw turned the corner, looked at him...

And reached over and grabbed him in one hand.

'The hell!'

"You smell like human... but you smell like one of us as well. Goris will want to see you."

The deathclaw.

Had.

Talked.

END CHAPTER 1

Well there you have it. Chapter one of Project Iesus.

We've seen a few unusual characters, inculding the rebirth of the Legion and The Enclave's work.

On that note, they're essentially copying Richard's methods, although they seem to be improving on the quality...Well, wings aside.

Judas has become a target... but his life isn't in too much danger...

Fawkes is about to get a pleasant surprise in Jacobstown.

Richard is being held captive by Talking Deathclaws.

Ethan Von Banon is... well, he's being ruler of New Vegas.

That's it for now.