Region: The Fallout Wasteland

The New Vegas Independent Zone of New Decandsor

New Decandsor wrote:

Chapter 3: Operation Hearth

Following the Battle at Cottonwood Cove, the Courier heads back through the gates of New Vegas with his remaining two-hundred and seventy Securitrons. He didn’t pay any attention to the residents who gawked and watched the Courier. He didn’t pay any attention as he walks through the doors of the Lucky 38 and heads to his Suite. Arriving inside he storms into his room and begins packing his belongings. ED-E hovers nearby and curiously beeps, but the Courier ignores him.

A few minutes later, Arcade Gannon walks into the Suite. “What happened?” The Courier doesn’t respond, still packing his things. “I have reports from people about bodies floating in the Colorado. Tell me-“ The Courier turns and stares down Arcade before grabbing his bags and exiting the Suite. Arcade rushes after him and stops him in the hallway, “Just tell me what happened.” The Courier sighs before turning to face Arcade, “I lost control, it was a switch, I couldn’t stop it. . .” Arcade shakes his head, “You’ve always been able to control it.” The Courier looks away, “I used to. But not after Big Mountain. . .not after-“ The Courier points to the surgical scars where his brain had been removed and then placed back, “Not after that. It’s why I always leave, why I never stay. . .I shouldn’t have come back. . .Arcade, I’m leaving, and I’m not coming back, so-“ Arcade walks and places his hand on the Courier’s shoulder, “Listen, we need you here. People aren’t happy about the Securitrons we have across the Mojave, there are new gangs popping up in the New Sector, we need you now more than ever.” The Courier turns his back to Arcade, “You don’t. I placed you and everyone else on the Council for a reason. You never needed me.” The Courier begins to walk away, but Arcade calls out, “Jeremiah!” The Courier stops in his track and turns his head, “Goodbye Arcade.” Arcade closes his eyes as the Courier walks into the elevator and leaves the Lucky 38. ED-E, hovering nearby, gives a lingering mournful beep. Arcade sighs, “Follow him, make sure he stays safe ED-E.” The little eyebot cheers up and beeps happily before going after the Courier.

Arcade turns over and notices the large portrait of Mr. House in the hallway. He could almost here the former ruler of New Vegas laughing through the painting. Arcade remembers the old mantra of House, ‘The House Always Win.’ With everything happening, a part of Arcade can’t help but feel like this is all House’s revenge. He never liked House, but over the years Arcade gained more of an understanding of the man, Robert House. A man that spent his life pushing technology and humanity, a man that spent so much for the city of Vegas, only to be betrayed and to lose everything he had ever built and worked on in the end. Arcade turns and leaves the Suite, his fate, the fate of Vegas, and the fate of the entire Mojave now heading into an uncertain future.

Tommy Part I: Happy Times

. . .So wish on the moon
And someday it may be tomorrow
You will suddenly hear chimes
And you'll have your happy, happy times. . .

The room burst into applause as Bruce Isaac and his companion, the Lonesome Drifter, give a bow on the stage. Tommy can't help but smile, the act of Isaac and the Drifter have brought in more caps to Gomorrah than he could've ever imagined. Tommy claps for the duo as they exit and head backstage. Up next was the typical nightly show; Jenny and her band of seven prostitutes who'll give their usual showing. As Jenny's Crew arrive on the stage, a man in a purple pinstripe suit walks over to Tommy. Tommy knew instantly who it was, his good friend Devan, the often too serious second-in-command of the Serenity Family. "Tommy, we got that package in from, uh. . .you know who." Tommy smirks, this package has been a long time coming. He had a sweet deal worked out with an associate that just arrived in town. "Alright," Tommy beams, "Let's go see the merchandise."

Tommy heads with Devan to the main elevator, down to the lower levels of Gomorrah. The lower levels were where the dirtiest, nastiest deeds of the Serenity Family take place. Prostitution rings, smuggling of drugs and weapons, and much more. Tommy knows what it takes to stay on top in the Strip. And he has to beat Swank and his Chairmen at the Tops. So everything is on the table. Including. . .the package. Heading into his own personal suite, Tommy is greeted by a beautiful brunette, dressed in a stunning red dress. "Oh my," Tommy has already fallen in love with just one look, "I was expecting a different package, but. . ." Devan elbows Tommy, and then Tommy notices the large container in the room, a crowbar sitting on top of the package. The woman smiles, "Just as you asked for," She takes the crowbar and pries the container open. Inside was a man gagged and bound at the feet and hands. The woman drags the man out, and Tommy can make him out. . .Swank. "Oh how the tables have turned!" Tommy exclaims, he couldn't be more happy if he tried. The leader of the Chairmen, his biggest competitor, in his palms. Swank's eyes were filled with terror and fear. "Thought you were the hottest man on the Strip, didn't you?" Tommy says, mocking Swank. He delivers a kick to Swank's abdomen, who grunts under his gag. "Not so hot now, are you? Haha! Oh this is great. . .this is great! Devan, put our new friend in the down low and let Frank down there to give him some company, haha!" Swank cries out beneath his gag as Devan drags him away. Once they are gone, Tommy turns to the woman, "Happy times are ahead darling. When I rule the Strip, I promise you and our mutual friend all of Vegas." The woman smirks, "I couldn't care less about Vegas right now. . ." She approaches Tommy and grabs him by the tie, "Right now, I want you," She kisses Tommy, and the two embrace. Right now, Tommy couldn't be happier. Happy times are indeed ahead.