The Strip is loud with the strippers,hookers,soldiers,and securitrons.The noise stops as the doors of the lucky 38 open,the courier walks out dog at his side,yes man on the other.The courier looks at the sun as it sets.
"Beautiful isn't it."
"Yes sir!"
The three walk down the road to Freeside were hell is the 'new look'.Kids eat dead bodies,ghouls make gangs,Mick and Ralph hang from chains.
The old Morman Fort stands like a monument to the massacre the happens there.The bodies of the Followers hang from the walls like moss on stone.
"Were are the securitrons?"
"Back at the depot sir!"
"Send them to Freeside to clean up."The courier looks at the ground and sees a patch,he picks it up and reads it,"powder gangers"
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The Black Ranger
FanfictionThe sky sets on the Mojave as a ranger steps out of a vertibird,his helmet and coat jet black,his anti-material rifle camo,his quest of sorrow,pain,trouble,and love begins.
