TheWastelander121
First time out of the vault
Disclaimer: I do not own fallout or claim to own fallout or any of it's properties
Note: This is the first installment in a new series I'll be writing
Note: Any likes or suggestions will be thanked
Note: If you spot any mistakes please do so tell me so that I may fix them
Thank you!
Chapter I : GoodSprings
Mojave Wasteland - South of GoodSprings - 2275
Reaper has been making his journey north ever since he was assigned to scout D.C. for reports of Enclave activity, the reason for going north was because just on the other side of the colarado was an army of slavers called the Legion, whom are less than sympathetic towards NCR rangers. "Damn, it's getting dark, I should set up camp," Reaper quitely thought to himself. As he stopped his motocycle and hopped off he then put up the kick stand and took off his doufle bag and started to fish out his tent. After it took him nearly ten minutes to set up his tent he went straight to sleep but made sure to keep one eye open because of the stories he rembered his mother telling him about his great-great grandfather the vault dweller and his cousin, the tribal, they both were after all, heroes.
After waking up and making breakfast with what was left of the last of his brahim meat and pork n' beans, he made a mental note to make sure to hunt something to eat later. The smell of the brahim steak sizzling on the metal pan had attracted some geckos. After hearing some quick footsteps behind him Reaper quickly spun around and pulled out his .45 ACP and shot the first gecko in the head, he made quick work of the second one with a single bullet to it's heart. "Can't say I blame you for going after the steaks." He said in a humorous tone to the corpses of the dead geckos."Hell, I ought to not let this good meat go to waste." He said to himself after eating his steak and pork n' beans he decided to fillet the two geckos he'd killed. After retreiving nearly 25 pounds of gecko meat he decided to look for a town that might purchase the fresh meat.
After he packed up he started driving his motocycle a short ways away from where he spent the last night, he then spotted a town called Goodsprings. When he got close enough to the town he saw a Saloon and decided that was the place he could parhaps sell his gecko meat and get some whiskey. When he pulled up infront of the Saloon he coulden't help but notice that the townspeople were staring in his direction."Guess they've never seen a working motocycle." he said to himself before opening the door to the saloon.
"Hello, Mister" The women behind the counter greeted him
"Hi, Do you happen to need some Gecko meat?" He replied while pulling his doufle bag off his shoulder.
"As it so happens, we're running low on supply." she responded
"I'll give you this for 5 caps a pound." Pulling out the gecko meat and putting it in plain view.
"I'll give you 1 cap a pound."
"4"He quickly responded
"3, and I'm not going any higher than that"
"Deal" He replied.
After counting 75 caps twice and downing two beers he decided to ask the bartender what her name was.
"So what's your name" Reaper asked the women behind the counter.
"Trudy"
"That's a nice name, my name's Reaper." he said putting out his hand for a handshake.
Instead of shaking his hand or giving him a reply she instead gave him a questionable gaze.
"I mean it's not my real name, it just seems to be what everyone calls me these days" He quickly told her
"Well if that's your name, that's you name. So what else can I interest you into buying?" Trudy asked him
"I'll have three bottles of 100 proof whiskey." Reaper answered
"That'll be 10 caps a bottle,"
After he counted out 30 caps he payed for the whiskey and went outside then saw that there was a crowd gathering around his motorbike.
"Hey, get away from my bike, will ya!" He shouted to the crowd
After the crowd of gathering townspeople subsided he proceeded to go towards his bike and pulled off his doufle bag. He pulled out the whiskey he bought and poured it in the gas tank of his motocycle. After getting his bike refueled he started to pull on the acceleration starting his journey once more.
After pushing thirty for most of the way he wasn't paying much attention to the road as he thought there woulden't be another stop for miles around. He was starting to feel comfortable until some a**hole took a pot shot at him then he took too much of a hard left turn as another bullet flew past his cheek. SCREECH! He heard the sharp, metallic sound as the side of the motorbike was scraping against the asphalt road. As he saw the sparks flying behind him he also heard bullets flying past him from the front. He looked up and saw some raiders infront of some sandbags in the road. The instant the bike stopped sliding on the ground he tried to get up but saw that the bike was pinning him to the ground. Reaper saw that there was a raider infront of him wearing leather armor and he promptly pulled out his 9 millimeter submachine gun and sprayed the raider from the groin to his head riddleling him with the entire clip, he dropped his empty gun and pulled out the .45 ACP he was brandishing in a holster on his left hip and before they could shoot him he shot the next two surprised raiders in their heads.
It had been an average day for Priss taking tolls from passing merchants and taking some potshots at some molerats from a distance until she saw a trail of dust heading towards the barricade. She dove behind the sandbags on the right side of the road and grabbed her vermit rifle that was propped up against the sandbags next to the box of ammo she and her friends shared. She got up and started to line up her sights with the thing that was heading towards the sandbags, once the sights were lined up she took a shot at whatever was going so fast to her. She saw that the thing was actually a person riding a motorcycle."That'll be useful." she thought to herself. She got up and started to make her way up to the front and saw her boyfriend in the front just in time to see him being sprayed with bullets she then ran to whoever it was but quickly found a bullet inbetween her eyes.
"F**K!" Reaper shouted to the sky as he felt a surge of pain arising from his leg. He started to get up and pushed the motorcycle off of his body. After getting some bandages and a med-x on his badly scraped leg he started to examine the damage to his bike. He had just painted it at the mojave outpost with the NCR flag on both sides of the gas tank and repaired some of his armor with the caps he had earned the past month doing mercenary work. After Reaper got done examining the damage done to his bike he went to check if the raiders had anything worth taking. He made his way to the first body and found a couple of .308 rounds that would come in handy for his scoped hunting rifle he had strapped to his back. After he got done looting the third body he started to lose hope that any of them would have anything of value but saw a footlocker and ammunition box behind the sandbags on the right side of the road.
He peered inside of the footlocker and found a large amount of chems such as hydra,jet,med-x and some stimpacks along with a smaller box that had a lock on it but he found that it was fairly easy to lockpick. Reaper's jaw dropped at the contents of the small chest as it was filled to the brim with a large amount of sunset sarsparilla and nuka cola caps. He took out a small pouch from his doufle bag and retrieved all of the caps from the small box. Reaper took another step to the right and opened the ammunition box. Inside was atleast over 50 rounds of 5.56 ammo and a couple of 9 millimeter clips for a submachine gun. After packing the ammo in his doufle bag ,Reaper walked back over to his submachine gun he'd dropped and put a new clip in while putting the empty one inside of one of his empty clip holders on his grey U.S. military webbing he had strapped over his worn dark grey leather trench coat that he was wearing over some pre-war riot armor that he had painted the sacred number of his tribe on, which was the number 13 and under that was a skin tight black long sleeve shirt he'd wear under the other clothing and armor he wore so that it could be bearable.
After he had accounted for everything he had, he started to get on his motorcycle. He looked over at his reflection on the side mirror of his motorcycle and marveled at his long blonde hair on the top of his head which he had combed over to go to the right side with short dark brown hair on the sides and back of his head. He coulden't help but to feel lucky as he had the grayest eyes he'd only known himself and a relative to have. Along with all of these features there was a scar below his left eye which he'd rather not remember how it got there.
Once Reaper was done checking his looks he made a mental note to make sure to shave at the next town he'd see on the road. Reaper turned the igintion on and started to travel northward once more humming to the NCR army's marching tune.....
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Goodsprings is named after their water supply 'Goodsprings Source'
You start at the town Goodsprings in Fallout: New Vegas
The Enclave are an enemy of the NCR and considered worse than the steel plague(BOS)
You played as the vault dweller in Fallout 1 and as the tribal in Fallout 2
Brahim are two headed cows and Geckos are a large mutant "Gecko"
You can only get the .45 auto pistol or ACP in the DLC Honest Hearts
The Saloon in Goodsprings is called The Prospector Saloon
Trudy is the town mom of Goodsprings
Functional motorcycles are a rare sight in the wasteland
Raiders are a common sight in the mojave
Most raiders are drug addicts
The mojave outpost is a location where you can repair items like armor or guns, at the south-west corner of the map
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SEE YOU NEXT TIME IN CHAPTER 2 of A Tale of a Man known only as... Reaper| A Fallout Fanfic
Note: This is the first installment in a new series I'll be writing
Note: Any likes or suggestions will be thanked
Note: If you spot any mistakes please do so tell me so that I may fix them
Thank you!
Chapter I : GoodSprings
Mojave Wasteland - South of GoodSprings - 2275
Reaper has been making his journey north ever since he was assigned to scout D.C. for reports of Enclave activity, the reason for going north was because just on the other side of the colarado was an army of slavers called the Legion, whom are less than sympathetic towards NCR rangers. "Damn, it's getting dark, I should set up camp," Reaper quitely thought to himself. As he stopped his motocycle and hopped off he then put up the kick stand and took off his doufle bag and started to fish out his tent. After it took him nearly ten minutes to set up his tent he went straight to sleep but made sure to keep one eye open because of the stories he rembered his mother telling him about his great-great grandfather the vault dweller and his cousin, the tribal, they both were after all, heroes.
After waking up and making breakfast with what was left of the last of his brahim meat and pork n' beans, he made a mental note to make sure to hunt something to eat later. The smell of the brahim steak sizzling on the metal pan had attracted some geckos. After hearing some quick footsteps behind him Reaper quickly spun around and pulled out his .45 ACP and shot the first gecko in the head, he made quick work of the second one with a single bullet to it's heart. "Can't say I blame you for going after the steaks." He said in a humorous tone to the corpses of the dead geckos."Hell, I ought to not let this good meat go to waste." He said to himself after eating his steak and pork n' beans he decided to fillet the two geckos he'd killed. After retreiving nearly 25 pounds of gecko meat he decided to look for a town that might purchase the fresh meat.
After he packed up he started driving his motocycle a short ways away from where he spent the last night, he then spotted a town called Goodsprings. When he got close enough to the town he saw a Saloon and decided that was the place he could parhaps sell his gecko meat and get some whiskey. When he pulled up infront of the Saloon he coulden't help but notice that the townspeople were staring in his direction."Guess they've never seen a working motocycle." he said to himself before opening the door to the saloon.
"Hello, Mister" The women behind the counter greeted him
"Hi, Do you happen to need some Gecko meat?" He replied while pulling his doufle bag off his shoulder.
"As it so happens, we're running low on supply." she responded
"I'll give you this for 5 caps a pound." Pulling out the gecko meat and putting it in plain view.
"I'll give you 1 cap a pound."
"4"He quickly responded
"3, and I'm not going any higher than that"
"Deal" He replied.
After counting 75 caps twice and downing two beers he decided to ask the bartender what her name was.
"So what's your name" Reaper asked the women behind the counter.
"Trudy"
"That's a nice name, my name's Reaper." he said putting out his hand for a handshake.
Instead of shaking his hand or giving him a reply she instead gave him a questionable gaze.
"I mean it's not my real name, it just seems to be what everyone calls me these days" He quickly told her
"Well if that's your name, that's you name. So what else can I interest you into buying?" Trudy asked him
"I'll have three bottles of 100 proof whiskey." Reaper answered
"That'll be 10 caps a bottle,"
After he counted out 30 caps he payed for the whiskey and went outside then saw that there was a crowd gathering around his motorbike.
"Hey, get away from my bike, will ya!" He shouted to the crowd
After the crowd of gathering townspeople subsided he proceeded to go towards his bike and pulled off his doufle bag. He pulled out the whiskey he bought and poured it in the gas tank of his motocycle. After getting his bike refueled he started to pull on the acceleration starting his journey once more.
After pushing thirty for most of the way he wasn't paying much attention to the road as he thought there woulden't be another stop for miles around. He was starting to feel comfortable until some a**hole took a pot shot at him then he took too much of a hard left turn as another bullet flew past his cheek. SCREECH! He heard the sharp, metallic sound as the side of the motorbike was scraping against the asphalt road. As he saw the sparks flying behind him he also heard bullets flying past him from the front. He looked up and saw some raiders infront of some sandbags in the road. The instant the bike stopped sliding on the ground he tried to get up but saw that the bike was pinning him to the ground. Reaper saw that there was a raider infront of him wearing leather armor and he promptly pulled out his 9 millimeter submachine gun and sprayed the raider from the groin to his head riddleling him with the entire clip, he dropped his empty gun and pulled out the .45 ACP he was brandishing in a holster on his left hip and before they could shoot him he shot the next two surprised raiders in their heads.
It had been an average day for Priss taking tolls from passing merchants and taking some potshots at some molerats from a distance until she saw a trail of dust heading towards the barricade. She dove behind the sandbags on the right side of the road and grabbed her vermit rifle that was propped up against the sandbags next to the box of ammo she and her friends shared. She got up and started to line up her sights with the thing that was heading towards the sandbags, once the sights were lined up she took a shot at whatever was going so fast to her. She saw that the thing was actually a person riding a motorcycle."That'll be useful." she thought to herself. She got up and started to make her way up to the front and saw her boyfriend in the front just in time to see him being sprayed with bullets she then ran to whoever it was but quickly found a bullet inbetween her eyes.
"F**K!" Reaper shouted to the sky as he felt a surge of pain arising from his leg. He started to get up and pushed the motorcycle off of his body. After getting some bandages and a med-x on his badly scraped leg he started to examine the damage to his bike. He had just painted it at the mojave outpost with the NCR flag on both sides of the gas tank and repaired some of his armor with the caps he had earned the past month doing mercenary work. After Reaper got done examining the damage done to his bike he went to check if the raiders had anything worth taking. He made his way to the first body and found a couple of .308 rounds that would come in handy for his scoped hunting rifle he had strapped to his back. After he got done looting the third body he started to lose hope that any of them would have anything of value but saw a footlocker and ammunition box behind the sandbags on the right side of the road.
He peered inside of the footlocker and found a large amount of chems such as hydra,jet,med-x and some stimpacks along with a smaller box that had a lock on it but he found that it was fairly easy to lockpick. Reaper's jaw dropped at the contents of the small chest as it was filled to the brim with a large amount of sunset sarsparilla and nuka cola caps. He took out a small pouch from his doufle bag and retrieved all of the caps from the small box. Reaper took another step to the right and opened the ammunition box. Inside was atleast over 50 rounds of 5.56 ammo and a couple of 9 millimeter clips for a submachine gun. After packing the ammo in his doufle bag ,Reaper walked back over to his submachine gun he'd dropped and put a new clip in while putting the empty one inside of one of his empty clip holders on his grey U.S. military webbing he had strapped over his worn dark grey leather trench coat that he was wearing over some pre-war riot armor that he had painted the sacred number of his tribe on, which was the number 13 and under that was a skin tight black long sleeve shirt he'd wear under the other clothing and armor he wore so that it could be bearable.
After he had accounted for everything he had, he started to get on his motorcycle. He looked over at his reflection on the side mirror of his motorcycle and marveled at his long blonde hair on the top of his head which he had combed over to go to the right side with short dark brown hair on the sides and back of his head. He coulden't help but to feel lucky as he had the grayest eyes he'd only known himself and a relative to have. Along with all of these features there was a scar below his left eye which he'd rather not remember how it got there.
Once Reaper was done checking his looks he made a mental note to make sure to shave at the next town he'd see on the road. Reaper turned the igintion on and started to travel northward once more humming to the NCR army's marching tune.....
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Goodsprings is named after their water supply 'Goodsprings Source'
You start at the town Goodsprings in Fallout: New Vegas
The Enclave are an enemy of the NCR and considered worse than the steel plague(BOS)
You played as the vault dweller in Fallout 1 and as the tribal in Fallout 2
Brahim are two headed cows and Geckos are a large mutant "Gecko"
You can only get the .45 auto pistol or ACP in the DLC Honest Hearts
The Saloon in Goodsprings is called The Prospector Saloon
Trudy is the town mom of Goodsprings
Functional motorcycles are a rare sight in the wasteland
Raiders are a common sight in the mojave
Most raiders are drug addicts
The mojave outpost is a location where you can repair items like armor or guns, at the south-west corner of the map
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SEE YOU NEXT TIME IN CHAPTER 2 of A Tale of a Man known only as... Reaper| A Fallout Fanfic
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