Prologue:
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Lucky 38 Presidential-Night-The Night after the Battle of Hoover Dam:

I sat down on the balcony, staring into a half filled glass of Scotch. I downed it, and took a heavy sigh. I could hear from near and far people cheering and fireworks going off, suddenly, I heard a Ding. I jumped, then I saw who it was

"Hi Anne." in came Veronica, she was wearing a Brotherhood Scribe outfit. "It's been a long day, the Brotherhood has agreed to patrol I-15 and keep the area clear of Deathclaws in exchange for clearance to Salvage equipment from Black Mountain and have rights to Hidden Valley."

"Good, Good!" I said with a peppy spirit.

"Cool, we have employed the Great Khans to make drugs to help mankind, not kill it. They agreed, as long as they got a cut. I also sent a specialist team out to check out Searchlight, I know you cleared it out of Ghouls, but we need to clear it of Radiation, just in case we might need it." Veronica said

If you could choose a right hand person, Veronica would be the best choice. She was friendly, smart, and had her way with words.

"Searchlight was a odd situation, the Legion sent in men, who were knowingly going to die, to unleash hell onto the City. I figure once its cleared of Radiation, we could set up a small town there, then make it a Military outpost too. Speaking of Military outposts, Whats the situation of Mojave Outpost?" I said, knowing there would be no good answer

"The NCR are putting their last stand there, we know they won't last long, the Brotherhood has agreed to kill them in a weeks time." Veronica said as she looked out the balcony, watching people dancing in the streets of New Vegas

"Truly spectacular, isn't it?" Veronica said to me

"This is how Democracy is enacted, with dancing and fireworks."
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I might turn this into a RP. Maybe, keep your eyes peeled....

I have many ideas about how this Fan Fic will turn out. Ideas. tips, constructive criticizem welcome!

Huh, ready for first person? I like it, waiting for more.

First person is not hard actually, its easy with this topic.

I liked it, good job

Chapter one:
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Lucky 38 Presidential-Morning:

I woke up with a yawn, it was a long night, I changed out of my sleeping wear and put on shorts, a T-shirt, and a robe. I walked into the kitchen, and started cooking something up. In the end, I made scrambled Deathclaw eggs with spices from Goodsprings on them. I laid it down, and I heard a dog bark.

"Lucky!" I exclaimed with joy as a Golden Retriever, Lucky, jumped up onto my lap as on my chair. I rubbed behind his ear, gave him a kiss, and shooed him away. I started eating my breakfast. Once I was done, I went over to the Radio, and turned it on

"Welcome to the program folks near and far. We will share a news segment first. Two days ago, Mr. House was overthrown by a mysterious person known as 'Anne Evans', we can only assume she is now in control of the Mojave. In other news, most of the Legion has left the Mojave, Fortification Hill is nothing other than a few tents and equipment. The New California Republic has put up a last stand at Mojave Outpost, we can only expect the worst outcome for them. Now, onto the music. Heres a oldie but a goodie, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXNOz-HkoOM!"

I smiled as I listened to the song, but I was more happy about the news. The Legion gone, the NCR on its last legs in the Mojave, and nothing to bother me. I decided to take a walk to The Tops, my favorite casino on The Strip. I got dressed into a Black Pre-War Dress and a Bonnet and took a elevator down. when I got out, I saw two Secureitrons and Jacobstown Nightkin patrolling around the Casino

"Good job Fellas." I said to the Nightkin

"Good to know, we will keep you safe, its the least we could do, you saved us from the voices."

I walked out, smiling on the inside. I saw people walking down the street, some dragging ex- NCR soldiers who deserted to alleys and killing them. I had no problem with that, I didn't like the NCR, no one in the Mojave really did. I came into the Tops, and I was greeted by Swank

"Whats the digs Anne?" He said with that devilish grin

"Not much, Legion's gone, NCR's pulled the loosing card. House is dead." I replied

"Good! Hopefully, the NCR will-" he was interrupted by a gunshot.

"Sounds like someones busy, take this." He threw me a .44 Magnum, and told me to follow him. He ran to the Diner, and saw a man in NCR armor, holding a Service Rifle

"Buddy, I'd put that down!" Swank said

"Tough, FOR THE REPUBLIC!" He pulled a wire on him, he exploded. Swank pushed me into the main Casino floor as the Diner lit up. I got up, Swank, leaning on a Poker Table, was still fazed

"How the hell did he sneak a bomb, and a gun through?"I asked him

"Must have camped out in the Casino, the NCR bullied a lot of casinos, this guy must have been a MP." Swank said with a cough, his face black by the smoke.

"You okay?" He asked me

"Yea, Yea, are you?" I asked him back, He was one of my only friends in the Mojave, I wasn't about to let him die

"Yea, can't say the same for the people inside the Diner, poor bastards." He said, wiping his face with his sleeve.

In my opinion its quite good.

Good writing, and its another one of those "After the Battle" stories which are always great.

I look forward to reading more. :thumbsup:

Chapter Two:
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The Strip-Morning:

I left The Tops about a hour after that, ten people died in the NCR attack. TEN PEOPLE! I swear, it was crazy. I went to the old Embassy, now it was just a empty place. I wnet into it, all that was there was overturned tables, papers scattered everywhere, blood stains, and much more. I was overcome by a sense of sadness for the men and women killed, wounded, or worse in here. I walked back out, and went back to the Lucky 38. I went to the Military Operations Room. A General was waiting there.

"Ms. Evans." He said with a salute

"Don't strain yourself, General." I said with a smile

"Yes Ms.Evans" He said back "We have reports of the NCR extremely fortifying around Mojave Outpost. The Brotherhood has encircled them, they have no where to run." Said the General

"Very good, what about the tribals in the south?" I said, referring to people who were coming by the hundreds everyday from the south.

"Too little is known, we know they are going near Searchlight, Cottonwood Cove, and Novac. But those areas are about are Fifty miles away from Vegas, which is a long time." The General said with worry

"Well, how are the specialist's going?" I asked him

"We lost conatct with them." He said

"WHAT?" I screamed "HOW DO YOU LOOSE CONTACT?"

"Because, Ms.Evans, we are running on old equipment." The General said.
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Specialist Team-Outside Searchlight-Morning:

"SON OF A [censored]!" Screamed a Scientist as he fired his M-16 into the distance. He saw men with spears and swords, dressed in a grass tunic, running toward them

"What the-" Said another Scientist, a spear went through his head, killing him.

Tribals ran toward them, hacking, slashing, throwing spears at them. Soon, none of the Scientists were left, except for one.

"This is my...last message..." said the scientist "My name is John...I was part of Operation...Odessa, which was...suppose to clear Searchlight of radiation...we...never got close to it! Tribals attacked us, the rest of the team were killed...I am the only one left-" The scientist was killed, the tape recorder was left in the sand.

great job

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