Redemption Calls

Chapter 1: Regrets

A lone figure lay in the sand, wishing some animal or mutant would stumble across him and put him out of his misery. For hours he would stay like that, sometimes for days on end. The year was 2291, 10 long years after the "legendary" Courier Six had helped Caesar's Legion take control of Hoover Dam and subsequently New Vegas as well. Not long after did Legate Lanius learn of the Couriers decision to kill Caesar and in turn labelled him a traitor forcing him to run into the desert of the Mojave Wasteland. The Couriers wrist device known as a Pip-Boy beeped loudly and interrupted the man's thoughts. Slowly he stood up from the sand and pulled out a pair of worn down binoculars and peered into the distance to see a sandstorm gathering in the distance. "Looks like a big one" he muttered under his breath before beginning to walk towards the nearest town...Alone.

He used to have lots of friends this man however most are either dead or missing because of him. Nowadays he would be lucky to get a decent meal in a bar or even a place to stay. Everyone had their own stories of him and they were all bad. Stories of how he slaughtered entire towns on the chance they had good loot or how he ruled over the raider gangs of the Mojave. Most of them were lies. People trying to tarnish his already ruined name. Some people in this world are cruel and malicious.

Courier Six neared the township of Goodsprings. His outfit was much different from any other in the Wasteland, a thick brown trench coat hung over his shoulders sitting atop a suit of Pre-War Riot Armour and jeans. A pair of sturdy leather boots were worn at all times as protection from the elements. On his head sat a wide brim hat and pair of sunglasses to at least hide a bit of his face. What you could see of it was a thick beard, a mouth set in a permanent frown and a large scar running along his right cheek after a troublesome encounter with a Deathclaw around 3 years ago. From his side hung his signature revolver he nicknamed "Patience". It was a beautiful thing, silver and black with golden engravings in the form of a heart of the barrel, chambered for 44 Magnum rounds. Hanging on his back in it's sheath was a sword designed for him years before his accident with a rose carved into the blade for a reason unknown to him. He couldn't remember it's purpose but felt it had once been important to him so he couldn't bring himself to sell it for caps. Looking up from the sand he saw the houses of Goodsprings coming up.

He generally tried to avoid Goodsprings as it brought back memories of Benny shooting him in the head 10 years back. That is the reason why he doesn't remember anything before such as who he was or the meaning of the rose in his sword. But now it was nothing more than a few house, the bar and Chets General Store. He pushed open the door to the bar and walked in. Slowly he walked towards the bar and took a seat near the back, feeling everyone's eyes watching his every move, seeing their hands all reach for their guns just in case. However he just sat down. The bartender Trudy walked over to him.
"You have a lot of nerve showing your face in this town Jackson" she said as she stood over him.
"Trudy please you know me I would never do anything to harm this place and don't call me by that name"
"I feel like I haven't known who you were ever since you helped the Legion"
"Those were poor choices on my behalf I know"
"Well I ain't here to start a fight so do you want anything to drink?"
"Give me a bottle of you strongest whiskey"
And she did

A few hours past as Jackson Tahano or Courier Six sat in the bar intent on sinking into his whiskey. However that ended when someone stood beside him. Looking up he saw a woman probably in her mid to late 40s with shoulder length black hair. In her hands was a jar full of bottlecaps.
"Hello are you Courier Six? I need your help"
Huh he hadn't heard that in a while.

Meanwhile just outside of Goodsprings someone sat watching the scene in the bar through a scope. Sitting back he pulled out a small handheld radio and said something into it before waiting for a reply and returning to his position and watching, just in time to see a woman sit with the Courier. This was new.