Part one
I was born into a tribal family,we lived far north,far from New Vegas,far from civilization.I never could have expected that my tribe would die within a few years after i became a hunter.After the water ran out,I left to go to New Vegas,the city where riches were won...and lost in a blink of an eye.As i traveled,i ran into some unique figures,like a super mutant caravan,the leader was nice,he handed me a duffel bag full of supplies that would last me about a month.When i reached the Mojave,the first thing i saw was a tower,a tower glowing in the distance.As i followed it,i reached a place called Jacobstown,a very mysterious place,run by a man named Marcus,i stayed there for the night,but i soon left.When i made it to the Gates of Freeside,a King stopped me,he told me to hand over all my caps,i grabbed him by his collar and threw him toward his friends,who were too scared to say a word.I continued my way toward The strip's gate,a man with the NCR soon stopped me,he asked me if I would like to join,i told him sure,if the pays good,i thought it was a store or a Caravan,i didn't know at the time that it was a country.When he took me to a place called Camp Golf,i was given a week of BCT.I made it out of there with the rank of CPL. I was then shipped to Camp Forlorn Hope,i made a friend there,Captain Waters,he was my squad leader too,he led us into battles at No-mans land.One day,thought,the Captain didn't return from his trip to No-Mans land,our CO,Major Polatli registered him as MIA,or Missing in Action.Later that same day,we got reports that the legion,who had brokered a deal with the boomers,had gotten their hands on Artillery,about 2 of them the Major said.When we went back to the barracks,we heard artillery firing off,it wasn't headed toward us,but toward the West,to Novac and Helios one.
To be Continued.