Fallout 3 & New Vegas Imagines

Requested by: Zendaya77

(Non-Courier reader!)

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You was from Goodsprings when the news of the breakout at NCRCF reached your ears. You was worried about your cousin, Beagle.

He was the only family you had left that you knew was still alive. He had left for Primm for a deputy job but you two send letters by courier.

But he hasn't written in some time causing your anxiety to soar.

Either your letters wasn't arriving or something bad must have happened.

You decided to make the trip to Primm, you packed everything up one night and left. You hardly left Goodsprings and once you got past the lights of the town it was pitched dark.

You cursed yourself for not waiting till morning. You ended up wandering into the Divide but rocks gave way pinning you in on the inside.

"Damnit," you muttered looking back at the destruction. You took out your .20 gauge shotgun, it was your only weapon. You decided to make your way around.

Once you got to the California side you could work your way back to Mojave. You slowly moved across the Divide when a humanlike growl made you stop in your tracks.

A group of men appeared, stalking you, seemed to be checking you out, wondering and thinking if you was a threat.

You backed up to the rocks. Your eyes looked at the ghoulish men in fear. Your body quivered but yet you couldn't make a sound.

The red skinned men slowly moved towards you.

You was trapped, you had never seen Ghouls before. They was rare in the Mojave, only legends. These creatures looked like their skin had been flayed open. Some wore NCR armor while others wore Legion colors.

The one infront of you seemed to be the leader of them. He took a piece of your hair between his fingers.

A figure jumped up on the ledge behind them, he had some sort of weapon with him. He shot at the one infront of you.

The Ghoul died instantly from a head shot. The others also suffered the same fate.

You stayed frozen against the safety of the rocks.

Your savior jumped down from his perch. "Are you hurt?" He asked you.

"N..no.." you stammered.

The man wore a duster with an American flag on it, he also wore some type of breathing mask. He was handsome, really handsome.

And his voice made a shiver go up your back. You could listen to it for hours.

He moved closer to you. "Do you have a name?"

"Y/n," you replied. "I was traveling to meet a cousin of mine but stupid me left in the middle of the night."

He looked at the rock slide. "You're lucky your alive."

You felt safer with him around, you glanced at the dead corpses. "What was those things?"

"They used to be men, both under the flags of the Bear and the Bull, now their the same. The Divide changed them into that, stripped their skin. Marked them." He didn't even look at you, he was more concerned with looting their bodies for ammo and weapons.

Thunder rumbled in the distance. He handed you a mask like his. "Here, the Divide is dangerous. Storms rage here often."

You took it from his hand and slipped it on. "I didn't get your name."

"It's Ulysses," he said. "Now come. A storm is approaching." He put an arm around your shoulder.

Deathclaws roamed but ignored you two.  They seemed to accept that Ulysses wasn't a threat and kept on eating their meals.

The Divide was dangerous, the wind was picking up when you got to his hideout.

If it wasn't for Ulysses's arm around your shoulder tugging you along, you was sure you would have been pulled away.

The wind was beating against the outside, it howled, it screamed.

"What happened to this place?" You asked him taking off your mask when you was inside. He also took off his mask letting you see his facial features.

"There used to be life here, a city, trade routes with the NCR to the Mojave but a courier destroyed it. I am waiting on them to meet me."

"A courier destroyed this place?"

"Yes," he said making some food in the small kitchen. "There was two cities, Ashton and Hopeville but a courier came through and destroyed it." He remembered the sounds the destruction had made. "I was here when they destroyed it, should have died but the device that courier brought triggered medical robots who mistook me for an Old World soldier."

You sat down on the sofa listening to his story. You looked around. "I suppose there is no way for me to get back to the Mojave?"

"You could circle around to the long 15 and work your way back but it is dangerous through there."

You sighed and looked away. "I knew it, I'm always the stupid one."

"Why would you say that?" He asked turning towards you.

You looked up at him, a hint of a tear was in your eyes. They glistened in the pale lights overhead. "Some members of my family always said that I was dumb and I would die to a Praying Mantis." You looked away. "Maybe their right."

"You got lost, you said you had a cousin," he said sitting beside you. "Anxiety causes us to do strange things."

"I'm not a hunter or gunfighter," you said. "Not even good at directions apparently."

"I can teach you what I know," he offered.

You sighed and eventually agreed, starting a lomg friendship.

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