Victory was probably two at the time of her parents untimely death. Victor was the one who found her hiding in the blood soaked bag of a dead Brahmin, her parents barely recognizable from their injuries.
"Darn outlaws..." Victor cursed to himself as he took the child into his arms. "Hush hush, its okay little one." He soothed to the crying child crusted in blood .
As he rolled off with the child in his arms, Victory looked at her parents a final time. This would be her earliest memory, death. The cruelty of this outside world that will kill her the instant it could. She understood this at this time and will forever keep that in mind. The world will never be her place, she was just simply in it.
It took hours to convince Mr. House to keep the child and raise her. Well, House didn't do any raising, Jane and the other robots cared for her in her early years before she was mature enough to take most of the care of herself. Mr. House, however, did give her the name Vicotry when she was about five. He said to her with sternness in his voice.
"Your name will be Victory, remember that, child. Your name holds great value and one day you will be of great asset to me and the future of New Vegas. Look out the window, child and bare this to mind that will be your world. But not like you will understand what I'll mean until you're older and ready.. But do you understand me for now?" He asked of the child that stared out the window. Victory turned around to the giant monitor with House's face on i, staring into the depths of her child soul.
"Yessir... I understand, sir.." She said seriously. Years passed and Victory was about to turn ten, every year she wished for the same thing.
"Mr. House? I'm ten today... can I go play with the other children outside?" She would ask.
"No, my child... you are not like the other children, I trained you to be smarter than the rest of them... you have no place with the common.. You are to stay in the casino.. Where you will be safe.. Do you understand?" He asked in a soft tone, strict, but soft.
"I understand sir... " Victory nodded and argued no further, she never really argued. She never needed to, or thought she ever had to. She just obeyed and that was that.
House was right though, she was smarter than others. Every day she trained for about ten hours playing checkers, chess, poker, black jack, craps, any strategy or card game you could think of. She got so good she ran out of bots to play with by fifteen. She was taught calculus, theoretical physics, literature of all generas like Hammlet and Edgar Allen Poe. Not to mention historical politics and pre-war events like the Civil War and the Greeks. Every Friday she was tested on her knowledge, tested and trained. A mundane, simple, and sophisticated existence. She was incredibly intelligent by the age of seventeen, but she lacked one important thing. Experience.. But House kept telling her, that will all come soon enough..
Victory brushed her long brown, straight hair. It came nearly to her buttocks and she was a tall girl too, almost six foot. So that was a lot of hair to brush. She hummed a tune with her eyes closed, feeling hee hair between her fingers. A pair of cold, servos of a robot covered her eyes.
"Guess who?" The soothing western voice cooed behind hee.
Victory did a sarcastic gasp, "Elvis Presley!"
"Close, but more handsome.."
"Oh, Victor.." She said and turned around to him putting her hair into a bun. "You seem awful excited about something." She smiled at him.
"That's because House wanted me to give ya couple things now since your turning all eighteen and all.. Here's the first thing." He gave hee a small red box. Victory never received anything but necessities from House, so this was surprising. She gently took the box into her delicate hands, and opened it. She covered her mouth, it was beautiful.
It was a diamond necklace, laser cut to perfection with a small 38 carved into the central diamond that resembled a poker chip. It was really pretty, she never seen anything like it and decided to put it on.
Victory beamed as she did, "Now the second present.. Come her little fella..!" He called to the open door. A robotic cat purred itself inside. It was a black cat with glowing green eyes the shade of a clover, and it wore a collar with green and white stripes carved in with Lucky.
Victory thought she might explode, she loved cats, well the thought of them. She stood up from her stool and went to Lucky to pick him up, he was light like a feather and purred and meowed at her.
"He's the cutest thing I've ever saw.. I should thank Mr. House.." She was about to walk out of her residential room before Victor stopped her.
"Not the time right now, he's dealing with some business with a certain important somebody. However, he asked me to take you out on the strip and stay at Vault 21 for a few nights while he deals wit business. After all you're a lady now.." he charmed.
This was the best birthday ever, but, now... Times were about to change drastically the few days she would be gone.
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Welcome To New Vegas
FanfictionThree years after the events of Courier Six and the control of an Independent Vegas. Choas reigned for about a year because no one didn't really know what too with their new found freedom, and Yes Man surly wasn't prepared for leadership. Turned out...