Alrighty, well I'm back with another Fallout tale. I hope you guys enjoy my telling of everyone's favorite post-apocalyptic game.

No, I don't own Fallout or you would be able to fly in the Boomer's plane.

War, war never changes. The inhabitants of the New Vegas region knew this fact well. For years, the armies of the NCR and Caesar's Legion fought over the dry-cracked earth; both wanting the immense power of Hoover Dam. Yet, the arrival of a single woman changed all of that. Carrying the NCR on her back, the Courier led her allies against Caesar; defeating them and pushing them from New Vegas plains.

Now, the war drums are sounding, the sharpening of blades and the twang of bows and arrows roused the soldiers of Outpost Zulu. For some, this could mean the end, but for one new recruit, it promised an amazing tale.

Camp Zulu

The shouts of sergeants and officers echoed through the busy compound; drawing the breath away from the new recruits. One such in particular stood amazed. He had heard of trials faced at Camp Zulu; how it was the closest NCR base to the fabled Northern Passages and thus, subjected to both Legion and White Leg raids.

Private First Class William "Will" Sharps shifted his duffel bag as he followed the rest of his training class to the CO's tent. He stood at an even six feet, weighing about one hundred and eighty pounds of farmer muscle. He had herded Brahmin with his father before he had enlisted into the NCR. The Legion had swept through their farmland during their retreat from Hoover Dam; while ransacking the farm, they had killed both Will's parents.

He had been forced to watch as the six Legionaries nailed his father to the posts and begin to ravage his mother. Holding his younger sister back, he had covered her mouth so she wouldn't scream in terror. Only the timely arrival of a squad of Rangers kept them from being discovered by the Legionaries. The Rangers tore into the barbaric men, erasing them from existence. It had been there that Will had volunteered.

He dropped his bag at his feet, dust sweeping past his mud-covered boots. He remembered the look on Daisy's face when he had taken her to Goodsprings, to stay with his older sister, Sunny. He laughed to himself, remembering her words.

"Kill them all, brother."

Normally, he knew her to be the quiet, reserved woman he had grown up with. Now, because she had been independent for the past few years, she had grown into a fierce fighter. Daisy would be well taken care of; thankfully she was young enough that she could forget the travesties of her youth.

The platoon of soldiers gathered in front of the CO; a Colonel Frank Hill. Will had heard from his recruiting class that he had fought in both Hoover Dam battles and had even charged alongside the Courier. The recruits snapped to attention as Colonel Hill strode out of his tent.

Will had never seen such a man before; he seemed to exude confidence and command. Colonel Hill stood tall, 6'3 and built like a Brahmin bull. He was a fighter, which was very apparent by the scarred armor that covered his chest. The NCR bear stenciled over his right breast had faded over time, a long gash from a Legion machete cutting the bear in two.

"Well, this is the sorriest bunch of replacements I have ever seen!" Colonel Hill barked, the group of men and women visibly flinching at his voice. "I am Colonel Hill, commanding officer of Camp Zulu. This sunny establishment is a half-mile from the Northern Passage to New Canaan; here we protect the citizens of New Vegas from the Legion remnants who have allied themselves with the White Legs."

Scanning the area, Will noticed multiple Rangers walking back and forth to their posts. Their custom armor isolating them from the rest of the NCR troopers; that is what Will wanted, to be a Ranger. Due to his distraction, Will missed most of the briefing. Shit, looks like he'll have to rely on his comrades.

"So, in conclusion, do not leave the base camp unarmed or without a buddy. One thing that'll keep you alive is the man…or woman to your right. Captain Simms here will call out your postings. Pay attention and most of you will make it back home alive. Captain, their all yours."

Captain Simms snapped a crisp salute; turning to the twenty or so recruits. "Alright, listen up! This will begin in alphabetical order and I will only say this once."

Will followed the rest of his new squad to their tents. They had been assigned to the northern post, closest to the Passage. Having already reported to Lieutenant Carter, Will dropped his duffel bag on his cot; a fine layer of dust floating up from the canvas. He shared the tent with four other soldiers; two were new recruits like him and the other two were veterans.

"That was Martin's bunk, newbie." Sneered Corporal Higgins, slapping a card down on the wooden camp table in front of him. Higgins had been assigned to Camp Zulu for the past seven months and had lost half of his squad to the White Legs. The woman across from him sighed, lying her cards down on the table and tossing a couple of chips to Higgins.

Will straightened up; his hand running over the top of is close-cropped hair. Turning around, he stared into Higgins eyes. The man leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking as he crossed his arms.

"Got something to say, newbie?"

"Look, Higgins. I know…Martin was your friend; but I'm here now. So get used to it because we're in the same squad." Will explained, leaning against the cooking stove in the middle of the tent.

"Look, you punk piece-of-shit! I don't have to put up with your lip!" Higgins shouted, kicking back his chair and striding towards Will.

Instantly, Will shifted into a defensive stance. Bringing his fists up, Will blocked the first of Higgins' punches with his forearm. He delivered a right hook to Higgins' ribs followed by an uppercut to his chin. Higgins staggered back, shaking his head to clear the stars in his vision. Stumbling forward, he prepared to throw another right hook when an earth-shattering shout sounded out.

"Damn it, stand down Higgins!" the woman barked, slamming her cards onto the table.

Higgins instantly snapped to attention; the brawl completely forgotten. Will kept his hands up, confused by what was occurring. The woman rose from her chair, pulling her jacket on.

"But Sarge, the newbie's trying to take Martins place!"

The sergeant slapped Higgins in the back of his head as she pulled a red beret on her head. Seeing the flash of red, Will instantly snapped to attention as the woman strode forward.

"Higgins, I'm tired of all your crap." The woman said, walking between the two soldiers. "Get out of this tent before I boot you out!"

"Yes sergeant!" Higgins shouted as he sprinted out of the tent, grabbing his rifle as he left.

The sergeant circled Will, who continued to stand at attention. She wore her brunette hair up in a bun and had a pair of sunglasses hanging from the front of her shirt. Will swallowed nervously; sweat beginning to drip down his back under the watchful eyes of the sergeant.

"You're Private Sharps, right? I'm Sergeant Marie Evers; friends call me Marie when officers aren't around." Marie explained, pulling a packet of gum from her front pocket. "You're new here so listen carefully. Keep a lookout for any hostiles, that's just a given. Also, you got any complaints with someone, than bring them to me and I'll set up a fight."

Gaping, Will stared dumbfounded at Sergeant Evers. "Sarge, what do you mean…fight?"

Sergeant Evers laughed as she pulled a stick of gum from her packet. "I'm Recon, Sharps. I believe that soldiers should settle their differences their own way instead of going through all the red tape." Evers explained, waving her hand dismissively as she spoke. Popping the stick of gum in her mouth, Evers pulled her sunglasses from her shirt; placing them on her face. "Follow me, Sharps."

"Ma'am, where are we going?" Will asked as they walked the rows of tents. They had been walking for about ten minutes when they reached the outer gate of the camp.

There were multiple watchtowers erected along the perimeter surrounding the camp. The walls were simply sandbagged barricades with a sheet metal coverings going in a complete circle around the camp. While it would provide cover for the sentries, under a massive assault, even Will knew that it wouldn't last.

"This is your post; report here at 0800 tomorrow." Evers explained, popping a bubble and chewing rapidly. "You're going to be my spotter, so get some sleep. Dismissed."

"Yes ma'am…um, what exactly is Higgins' problem?" Will asked, crossing his arms.

Evers was silent as she pondered his question. Will could see how she was trying to find the words, but they just couldn't come, which is why he was shocked by the answer.

"He took an arrow to the throat and bled to death in Higgins' arms. The stupid kid got high on Jet and charged a White Leg. Something I will not stand for is acting like a damn Fiend; you do that, you're out of my squad. Go get some sack time."

Will backed away, almost tripping over a pile of sandbags. His face reddened quickly as he attempted to fix his footing. Looking up, he was glad that Sergeant Evers was still facing the perimeter; oblivious to his blunder.

"Right…0800."

The sun had already begun to set over the mountains of the Mojave as Will sat on his bunk; unlacing his boots. The rest of his squad was already sleeping except for Sergeant Evers and himself. She was only wearing a tan tank-top with a pair of running shorts; reading from an old Pre-War book.

"Sergeant…um, Marie. How long have you been in the NCR?"

Sighing, she folded her current page and tossed it on the table. "Going on five years now; seen a lot of stuff in that time."

Tugging his right boot off with a grunt, Will leaned forward. "How many Legionary bastards you kill?"

Turning to face him, Marie glared straight into Will's eyes. Will instantly regretted his question, despite his hatred of the Legion. Glancing down to the ground, he spoke again.

"They killed my parents and traumatized my sister so much that she won't speak. I hate those bastards, they're the reason I'm here. I'm going to kill as many of them as I can, even if I die myself." Explained Will as he pulled his left boot off and laid back on his bunk; folding his hands behind his head.

Will closed his eyes, imagining the look on Marie's face. He knew it was the same story that many NCR troopers told; so he knew there wasn't anything she could say that he hadn't heard already. Though he definitely wasn't ready for what she said.

"Looks like we got something in common, Will."

Well, what do you think? I took some liberties because seriously, the Legion doesn't use bows? I would think that would think it would be a pretty important weapon. I know there wasn't any action but there will be next chapter I promise. So review if you liked it and I'll have another chapter up soon.