(Like most material this is canon to both terrible Story and Krakta)
(Kellog accent)
To whomever is reading my name is Joshua Kaltern I am a rebel working against the MHS in this godforsaken wasteland called "Krakta", sounds like a fucking candy bar.
I don't know where I was born, or who my real parents are. I was just a tiny baby dying of heatstroke in the Mahamy Dry Flats you know the usual. Mahamy Werewolves must have heard my cries and thought I was a cub. They took me back to some dark cave untouched by humans it was one of the only northern Krakta places with fresh water. They nurtured me back to full health and raised me until I was roughly the size of one of them I learned how to talk to them and they're actually quite nice. They let me leave but only If I return one day. I was a merc most of my life doing jobs like killing giant rats in the water tank and taking the heads of the assholes with the biggest bounties on them. I was hired by some guy in Mahamy Town to "go to the back building and ask for Sarah". Man what people consider work these days.
Anyway I was allowed in a secret back room that looked like some sort of weird tech-conspiracy cult where I saw the most beautiful thing I've ever seen since my two MK |||| plasma-infused revolvers. Sarah Manehart an enchanting tomboyish lady, a natural brunette and rocking a leather jacket I think I was in love. I kept my cool and I'm pretty sure things went like this
Totally Sarah(really bad impression accent): wow Joshua you're so rugged and handsome I totally wanna smash you,
Joshua: I get that a surprising amount but I'm work first passion second I'm here for the job
Totally Sarah: wow I'll give you a blowjob handsome!
Okay it went nothing like that and more like this
Sarah(tomboy accent): I hear your someone who can get things done.
Joshua: Yeah that sounds pretty damn accurate
Sarah: okay then I'll skip to the important part you are to go to a remote MHS facility and rescue a squadron of caught spies and slaves.
Joshua: I'll need 4 men who can actually use a firearm they're not coming back
Sarah:make it two men and we've got a deal
Joshua: fair enough
Sarah: the base is out in the Dry Flats just west of here you will go to the facility at these coordinates and bring those enslaved back here
Joshua: would you like me to grab you a Smalltown Sasparilla while I'm out
Sarah: unfortunately not get there get out report back to me
Joshua: got it
I set out to the confidential coordinates out in the Dry Flats. I didn't even need those two "agents" for any of that combat stuff I shot first and last at those damn MHS emos after a few tricky locks picked we got the slaves out of the cages. I saw the wounds on those people whatever did that wasn't even remotely human apparently it's this guy called Grimsley and I though Krakta was a bad name. So those two grocery workers helped me carry back those poor people back to the base where they were taken to the "Medical Facility Room" aka half a pack of bandaids and a few bottles of water. I was of course respected by these "rebels" I was not a member yet officially I was just a contact for tricky operations those candy-ass toddlers couldn't even imagine handling. It was good then.
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Kudos to New Vegas and it's incredible community for inspiring this story. I don't own that realistic someup of new vegas or the well done cosplay.
