I, am an NCR Sergeant. I dedicate myself to making the Mojave Wasteland a survivors-haven. We workour asses off every day so that the people that live in the towns here are able to sleep at night. I was stationed with Ranger Station Alpha, but we were overturned by Ceasers legion. During the fight, I hadbroken my ankle. I had to crawl from the Ranger Station, to the nearest NCR outpost. I was reassigned to patrol duty. I have taken my oath, and stand solemnly dedicated to making this God-Forsaken hell hole a better place for everyone. A man, very much weathered. A nicely trim shave, but where did he get the razors? This guy can't afford that crap, he doesn't look like he has a bottlecap to his name. This guy knows something. I follow him down the road, and he very well noticed me. Is this a trap? I have my hand clinging to my revolver in my back pocket as he approaches a small opening. The place was surrounded by overturned cars. There was no way to get in, besides through that gate. I had to figure out what this man was doing. I follow him through the gate, and he goes inside of a building. All of these buildings have nothing on them. No signs, no anything. There was a huge town center, and a well in the middle. All of these houses are being used. Some of the windows are even boarded. I'm glad to see real people, instead of those damned Radscorpions at least. Even if these guys want to kill me, i'd rather die by man, than by a mutated insect. I follow him to the building. I draw my magnum, and take a swig of the whiskey I had in my backpack. I load my gun carefully, and push the door in. The door makes a loud creakibg sound, and everyone in there just stares at me, as I run in the door, with my gun drawn. "What would you like to eat, sir? I don't appreciate you sticking a gun in my face. We are on edge enough here, in Nipton."
"Oh, well.." I take off my mask. "I'm sorry. I followed some guy in here. He didn't look right." I look around, and gaze at everything I will never have, or use. I pick up a firehose. "The hell is this?" I analyze it carefully. "Thats a bullwhip, partner. They used to use that to whip their brahmin back into shape back then." I immediately left after I heard that stupid comment. "Its a bullwhip. Thats some bulls.." A gunshot rang over my ear. "LEGION!" I quickly put my facemask back on, but low enough to where I can put my hat on, with my glasses, and still be comfortable. "Finally.. I can find out what is going on." About sixteen guys show up. Some have animal heads attached to the top of their heads, like a crown, and all were wearing roman armor. "What the f.." "Shut up!" Their commander yelled at me. I drew my revolver from out behind my back, and I quickly used my V.A.T.S. system to quickly decapitate their leader with a single bullet. Hot damn, were they mad.. Bullets were flying all over, and I could feel the surge of adrenaline. All of the towners left and went to the main building. The Legions dogs were quickly let loose, and sent towards the building. I was hiding behind one of the buildings, that was in a convieniant location. The main building was behind me. I quickly turned around, and gunned down a few of the dogs. Some people on the second and third floor were shooting down at the legion with cowboy repeaters. This was a hell of a show. Dynamite sticks, and guns blazing. I ran out of bullets. Go figure, in that stupid shop, there was ammo. Screw bad advertising, that was just bad. Next time, be more charismatic, that sucked. I had a knife on me. What will that do? I decided to be a rebel, and sneak around the back of the building. I snuck around maybe 4 or 5 armed Legionaires, and was caught by a sixth. A stick of dynamite blows up between us, but not enough to hurt us. I run through the cloud of dust it made, and lunged toward the guy, using all of my strength. In my luck, the guy was startled. I sank my switchblade deep into his neck, and began to twist my wrist. I took his gun, and piled him up on his side, and took cover behind him. I used his legionaires rifle to shoot down a guard. By then, the other guards noticed I was behind them, so they were fighting on two fronts. Didn't you learn about Hitler? What do they teach you kids these days? I felt like France at the time, I was gunning down the Legionaires as they came at me with Polished Rusty Bayonets and Machetes. I watch in amazement as wherever I shot would cave in, and cause massive bleeding. I think i'll be keeping this gun for awhile.. When the dust settles, and everyone seems to be calm. I stand up, and search the corpse' that we were fighting with just a few minutes earlier. A scream erupts from behind me. I feel a warm sensation on my back. Something didn't feel right.. I stumbled forward.. My vision hazing in and out. I turn around.. Something red keeps flashing in and out of my vision. My vision glazing over, my eyes watering. I feel like I'm going to pass out. "What the hell?" A scream erupts again, and a balde slices open the front of my shirt, making it fall completely to the ground. I started bleeding, massively. I couldn't help but cry. It hurt so badly. I drew my switchblade again. My vision came back to me for half a second. A guy with a bloody silver sickle was right in front of me. The most hideous person I have seen all day. This guy was literally slicing me. His sickle sank deep into my back during the first blow. He was wearing some kind of ritual clothing. A spiked vest on his stomache, shoulders of spikes, a spiked helmet, and bootstrap leggings, cased with ammo and armor. This guy meant business. I mustered out the rest of my strength. As he was going to slice at me again, I used all the strength I possibly could to draw out my switchblade, and stab him in his wrist, the blade going entirely through. I broke my switchblade, leaving the blade inside of his wrist. I passed out in that moment.. I could still see, but couldnt comprehend. I saw people, alot of people. Then I saw visions. Visions of people I knew. Is that..? No. Is that Alpha?
These visions I was seeing.. I can't understand them, they're muffled. A bloody hand, strokes my cheek, little did I know it was my own. I couldn't feel anything. Slower and slower my vision began to darken.. A violent thump on my chest, I jolt forward, people rushing around me. Not just any people.. These men and women looked like they were dressed in rags. I look down on my self. Where the hell is my armor!? My gun!? Something is going on here, and I sure as hell don't like it. Another thump on my chest happens. The hell? I'm getting beat up? Where are my scars? I quickly shove these baby-faced kids off of me, and sweet heavens is my body hurting. I long for the moment as to when I can get retribution for these acts. I strain my hardest as I try to keep a normal pace with the crowd of third-town people. These guys aren't third world.. There isn't even a world anymore. Wherever I am, theres shanty looking houses. Some even made from metal sheets. How do you live like this? It reminds me of when I first joined the NCR, we were on Hoover Dam, trying to hold back the legion. I just enlisted once I got out of the merchanting business, my father's line of work. Everyone thought they were going to die. It was myself and four other people. Out of those four, we had a sniper, an engineer, a medic, myself, and our CO. We all knew something was going down.. I remember.. "Hey, new guy, get your a.." An explosion erupts on one of our barricades on Hoover Dam. The war was just now beginning, and I can't help but reliving this memory. I lost my life the first time that day.