Win!

But, great story Colonel!

That's really depressing and I got sad for a moment, keep them coming.

:clap: Your fan fictions are so awesome. I don't even care that it is a NCR fan fic, its still amazing.

This chapter is a bit long, but for good reason, I felt if it was to short, it'd not do the scene justice. Also, we as readers know Justin is House aligned, but he helps NCR since the Legion is a common enemy. But they arent aware that he has his sights set on helping House win the region. This story is all from Jacks point of view. For those that get this already, then good, but for some who don't, I didn't want to cause confusion for them.

Also, I like how some of you reacted to the last chapter, it lets me know I'm doing something right.
---------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 4: Rebirth of Hope at Forlorn Hope

July 25th, 2281
5:50 A.M.

As days had turned into weeks, Jack had found the pain of being cast aside getting somewhat easier to bear. He was becoming his courteous self again, and slowly starting to laugh again. But lately, as Legion skirmishes at the dreaded Camp Forlorn Hope got worse, morale all around was rough. “Hey Jack. JACK! Come on, Polatli wants to see us in his tent.” Jack roused from his sleep, mumbling lightly, “I’m up I’m up. What does he want us for, Adam?” He rubbed his eyes and groaned out of bed. Adam shrugged and said in an unsure tone, “I dunno, beats me. Must be important, he’s called the five best troops in camp, and we’re two of them. Heard Coopers gonna lead this ordeal, so let’s go.” Jack dressed in his uniform, and placed his chest plate and bandoleer over his uniform, slipping his pistol from under his pillow to his holster. “Alright, let’s do this.”
He and Adam walked out of the tent and strolled to the Major’s tent.

6:30 A.M.

Jack, Adam, and Sergeant Cooper were the first to arrive, the other two apparently taking their time, and finally they arrived to the tent, and Major Polatli had put his hands on his hips in annoyance and stood there, “Took you two long enough, thanks to you two, you dolts ruined our plan to attack before dawn, but we can’t stop now. Anyway, we’re being assessed by a non-NCR military asset, a guy named Justin, most call him The Courier, he’ll be waiting down outside Nelson, he’ll be sniping on the ridge, so don’t fire up that way.” He looked to Cooper, “Sergeant, you’re leading this squad, be warned, they have NCR soldiers on crosses, be sure to watch your fire soldier. Move out”

As they went down the ridge, he nudged Adam, “You know, I saw that guy enter the Lucky 38, it caused a stir on The Strip. Oh and get this, the next day, I saw those police robots have soldier faces. What the hell happened to House’s robots?” Cooper, though of lesser rank, was in charge of the group, “Shut up and look sharp, we have to meet Justin and move in on Nelson.

The squad saw a body flying off the ridge, a streak of loud crimson screaming in horror just before it hit the ground with a sickening thud and crunch. “Huh, guess that’s our signal. Alright, let’s move in.” Jack followed Sergeant Cooper. Within seconds of charging in, muffled shots could be heard, and after each shot, a body would fall. The five men split up, watching behind cover as Legionaries were firing, the dogs being killed with single head shots. Adam pushed his upper torso up and started firing, Jack screamed loudly as he could over the sounds of gunfire. “ADAM GET DO-“ and before he could finish, he saw Adam fly backwards into the ground, three bullet holes, one in the head, the chest, and the stomach, riddled his body. “Son of a-“, He stopped himself and grabbed the ammo out of Adams pouches and put them in his own. He jumped from outside cover and ran inside what looked like an old cargo container, unholstered his 9mm pistol, and fired from around the corner. His mind was muddled, focused solely on survival. Screams surrounded the air around him, some of orders, some of agony. He got stiff sharp when he heard a clanging on the other side of the container, like metal being dragged along. ‘Machete’ he thought in nervous courage.

He threw his pistol down, and unslung his custom service rifle and stood at the ready. He heard a voice taunting for him. “Come out and show yourself Profligate.” And Jack saw it, the crimson football gear that marked the man a Legion soldier. “Come on you skirt wearing pansy, fight me like a man.” The Legionary, likely thrown into a rage at the offence Jack had thrown at him, jumped at him, but Jack used his rifle as a melee weapon and blocked the machete. With another swipe, Jack was cut in the face, in turn Jack kicked the Legionary in the stomach, forcing him back with enough to shoot, but missed his mark and hit the machete arm. The Legionary shouted a curse in as Jack clicked the trigger again, but his gun had jammed. Throwing his weapon down, the two, now outside the cargo crate, circled each other wearily, “Let’s settle this with honor Profligate.” Jack grinned smugly, testosterone pumping in his body rapidly, “Let’s do this Bull boy.” They charged at each other, throwing punches and hitting each other with all their might. Jack punched the Legionary hard in the throat, he flew back in pain, after recovering, he pulled a knife from his crimson armor, Jacks eyes widened in fear, he knew this dirty game, the Legionary had a knife coated in Cazadore Venom. Jack was at this point in no condition to fight back, in strength nor in stamina, he was exhausted and his wounds ached already. He fell on his back in fear as the Legion soldier inched in, a look of joy at killing his opponent, which quickly changed into a look of agony, a bullet hole appearing in his stomach, Jack looked up and saw a glint high on the ridge, Justin saved him in the nick of time. “Whew- Guardian Angel that man.” He got to his feet with intense pain and limped to the Legion soldier, squirming in pain; he picked up the Legionary’s knife and looked at it curiously. “If you can’t fight with honor you Legion jerk off, then die with some honor.” Throwing the knife with intense force at the man’s heart, the Legionary dying almost instantly.

11:50 A.M.

Jack was now inching from the body towards where the fighting had stopped. He looked around and saw two soldiers, one Cooper, the other he didn’t know. “Where’d the other g-Oh, poor kid, he can’t be much older than twenty.” He hobbled over, and with great pain, knelt on his knees, closing the kids wide horror filled eyes. He got back up with greater difficulty and asked Sergeant Cooper how it had gone. “Well, it went off a lot worse than hoped, a lot better than expected. We’d be dead if Justin hadn’t been playing sniper for us.” Jack snorted and winced, “Yeah tell me about it, if it hadn’t been for him, I’d have a knife in my stomach. Luckily I only got a few bruises and cuts. What about Dead Sea?” Cooper chuckled, “Him? We stormed in and shot his buddies, we beheaded Dead Sea, and figured payback was overdue.” Jack took this in for a moment and asked another question, “What about Justin?” Cooper laughed at this, “Him? Get this, he saves our asses, and then walks off saying he wants no credit for the victory here. Like a saint that guy.” Cooper and the other guy, who’s name he never got, dragged the two bodies back to Forlorn Hope, with Nelson reclaimed, and a guy like Justin on their side. NCR rule was coming to Vegas soon enough.

Bravo! I loved it.

That was great just that you have 5 chapters but the 5th chapter says chapter 4 instead but anyway that was great can't wait for the next chapter.

This is great, keep it up.
BTW why is service rifle custom?

To add a sense of uniqueness to the story. It's modded with gun runner parts the courier can find, but I won't make some gold plated gem studded rifle..

I just love how.. accessible yet really well written the chapters are.

Hate to do this folks, but I'm putting this Fan Fic on hiatus/possible early termination. My reason is in favor of a new Fan fiction I've got in the works.

Noooooo! Well as long as your making a new one!