Well, a concerto has 3 parts in terms of musically,and the chapter title is a reference to the two chapters (7&8 taking place in the summer, so it's essentially the 'music piece' of his life in the summer.

But Chapter 8 will be the final chapter of the Summer Concerto, since the two days in Ch.7 are actually the first two parts. Chapter 8 will give a brief synopsis of his month in Primm, his resettling in The Strip for again.

I've decided as a whole that Chapter 10 will be the ending of the story, but, there will be no sneak peaks at that. :wink_smile:

I see, Well, Do you plan on anymore Fan-fics?

Or will you retire for a while?

That depends on if I get the umph, I may go back and make an attempt at the F3 Fan Fic attempt. This is the first story I've ever written without have severe writers block.

I see, Well, Until then, I shall read on and on..

Foooooreeev- Foooor as long as thiiiis laaaasts..

Only two more chapters, and then it'll be done :sadvaultboy:
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Chapter 8: The Summer Concerto Part 2

August 1st, 2282

1:15 P.M.

His month in Primm was a very upturn move. The Bison Steve had been abandoned since he came there during his wandering days and saved the town from the convicts. Now, it sat unused. Through much discussion and negotiations, he made a deal that 50% profits from the soon to be renovated Bison Steve would be delivered directly to the New Vegas Strip, the Vikki and Vance Casino wanting under the protection of House as well, the too followed suit. He also helped them repair their bridge, concrete in short supply; they built it out of welded steel. The town had gamblers, but largely, it remained a quite little town.
But now, he had to make his way to Hidden Valley.

He made his way to Hidden Valley; arriving he stared at the door to the Brotherhood Bunker, whispering a small prayer and apology to the people there, fortunately enough, the remaining Brotherhood that were on patrol then had never known who did it, but some did hold it against Justin. He turned to walk away, hearing the cocking of a rifle. He turned, seeing a sight he didn’t wish for, a dirty suit of T-51b, aiming an AER9 Laser Rifle. He heard in that filtered voice the Brotherhood Paladin, a female by the sound of it, saying harshly, “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming back here after what you did you bastard. Now it’s time for those poor Brothers to get their payback.” Justin, playing off his charm, knowing if he panicked or pleaded for his life, he’d come off as guilty. “Listen my dear, I know how you feel, and I feel a somber sense in my heart for these people too. But you can’t blame me for this, for all we know, the reactor failed. I had just joined them; I regretted never being able to live amongst you all.” Making a bold move, he lowered her rifle and removed her helmet. “No see, if I was really the bad guy, I’d have tried to kill you already.” He gave her a warm embrace and kissed her cheek. He turned to her and said a flirty farewell. When he reached the old rusted gates of Hidden Valley, turned to her, the woman screamed in torturous pain as the Pulse Grenade he slipped on the back of her armor detonated, frying the armors circuits and killing the former Paladin. A look of heart broken pain on her face as she fell, realizing he seduced and deceived her. Had this been in the past, he would feel remorse. But when the young woman he had met in New Vegas was killed, he distanced himself emotionally from anyone except Mr. House. Deep down though, for the first time since his death of his lover, a woman of fair beauty and mind, he felt remorse, not for the killing, but for breaking a heart of an obviously broken woman. After he started walking away from Hidden Valley, he turned back to her and decided she deserved an honorable burial. Searching her for her holotags, he carved on a discarded wooden board. “Here lies Paladin Snow, a woman forged from steel, dying loyal to the Brotherhood.” He spent the next few hours burying and decorating her grave. He placed her body in a ‘knights’ pose, her arms to her chest, her rifle in her arms like a knight would his sword.

As penance he took her Holotags, polishing them gently, and placed them in his bag, allowing himself to never forget that he broke a poor woman’s heart just so he could survive, when she had just cause to threaten him death. He now ventured his way back to Vegas, the night now approaching; Vegas soon started shining like the beautiful gem she was.

That.. Was kind of not what I expected.

But, Good job. (Was the Lover supposed to be refering to Veronica or something?)

Veronicas a lisbian, I'm a male. I doubt that relationship would be romantic :laugh:

No, it's just a piece meant to indulge that Vegas always has the habit of swallowing your humanity like the Wasteland does, and he's contiuously in a battle with his humanity and his life in New Vegas, particularly The Strip. I don't think I conveyed it well, but I tried to convey his going out into the Wasteland again as a sort of spiritual release from a city of lights into a place where you make the laws. His instinct charm on her was a nod to the 'Lady Killer' perk, but it was also meant to show he had no remorse doing it, but in the end, he realized for the first time since his love passed away, he used his romantic charm on a girl soley to kill her. So it really tries to imply alot of humanity into this chapter.

Amazing chapter i think that was my favorite so far

check out my first attempt at one in my signature

The Inspiration just hit me so I spent an hour or so writing this because in my mind, it was just funny, and appropriate since the holidays are coming up in a few days. :laugh:
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Chapter 9: Mutant Reindeer over Vegas

December 25th 2282
6:00 A.M.

As the year was wrapping up to a close. The year, despite various faults and setbacks, the year was largely a success. Though there were no plans yet, but the old planes of McCarran Airport were nearly all flight capable. Three however, be it by NCR or no, were stripped of essential components, making them unusable save for scrap. Primm was reporting large success now that their casinos were at one hundred capacity. The city of Vegas, slowly but surely, was on the rise as a true Pre-War city.

Justin entered Mr. Houses penthouse, greeting Jane, kissing here ‘cheek’ he complimented her on her Christmas décor she had put up in the penthouse. Making his way down stairs to Mr. House, he spoke politely to Mr. House. “Sir, I’m not one for holiday spirits, I haven’t been for a long time. But I want to wish you a Merry Christmas sir.” He paused, playing nervous, “However, I’ve been keeping a secret and now I wish to reveal it, he pulled out a small box and placed it on the table. Quickly turning Mr. House’s attention he asked how business was today. “Booming for the most part. With Vegas being policed by Securitrons and lights and electricity flowing through the city, people have been flocking to Vegas. I suspect today we will see a vast income today. For today is a holiday, and though I neither have placed much stock in holidays, I expect the visitors and tourists to The Strip will bring a superfluity of income today. Especially with all those cheery decorations out there.” Justin replied to with a grin, “I to will contribute. I’ve given the men another ‘vacation’ for the day. As well, I intend on spending a few hours out there tonight sir. Do you require anything further of me?” Mr. House said with a sense of slyness, “Of course not, you’re free to enjoy the day off.” Justin raised an eyebrow and smiled his thanks.

After Justin had left the room, Mr. House had Jane open the cardboard box Justin had left, Jane going ‘ooh’ and saying how she wondered what was in it.. Inside was something that took Mr. House aback, though not Pre-War quality, it had been crafted with obvious love. In it was a postcard of Vegas with glittering with stars, on the back of a dome. Justin had made Mr. House a snow globe. At the foot of the display, it said ‘To the stars.’

9:57 P.M.

Justin enjoyed the enhanced glitz and gloss of the strip due to the holiday as he exited The Lucky 38, hearing ‘Blue Moon’ playing over the Strip. He was wearing a brown double briasted suit with a red tie. Walking The Strip. He enjoyed seeing so many happen patrons, he was also enjoying his career, only twenty and he was an important figure in the City if not the whole Vegas region of the Mojave. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard loud explosions, the fireworks sparkling over Vegas a beautiful mix of whites, reds, greens. Purchasing a bottle of wine from the vendor at the LVB Station, he poured a glass and sat back, enjoying the drunken tourists in Santa hats. He couldn’t help but laugh loudly when a woman patron a drunk man in a Santa who stumbled to her and saying “Hay…hot sturfs, y-you got….shome nice boobs. W-W-Wanna feel my Chrishmas shack?” He rubbed a hand over his mouth and wiped the grin off and sighed. He was happing knowing he made the right choice for Vegas. He didn’t know where it was coming from, but off in the sky, he heard what sounded like….bells.

Nice short chapter. I'm expecting a big ending:)

Nope. Chapter 10 is the ending.

THE CONSEQUENCES WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.

ik i said chapter 9 is short and i expect 10 to be amazing

It will be. I'm working on it right now. I'll release it tommorow, it'll be a long, unexpected ending xD

kool im going to do my next chapter of my brotherhood fanfic tomorro if im even on. (Dead Money)

Meh, nevermind I'll just post it now since it's finished. Be warned, it does skip over alot of time. :laugh:
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Chapter 10: The stars that shine bright always burn out the fastest..

March 10th 2312
6:00 AM

Thirty years had passed since Justin accomplished Mr. Houses rise to power. He was now fifty; his hair was graying on the edges. Vegas was a secure and safe city, it had its crime, but largely, it was a safe place in the Wasteland. One great pride of his was how he had bargained with NCR to open up air travel with New Vegas. He stood at the window of the Cocktail Lounge, watching as the dawn peaked over the mountain. He sat down to breakfast, reading his paperwork. He signed a few work contracts and ate a bowl of sugar bombs. He realized he went off to daydreaming for thirty minutes, he rushed to finish and went to see Mr. House. Justin, wearing his ‘Lucky 38 Suit’, giving Mr. House the daily morning update, Vegas was becoming a safe haven, and that meant more money. Before he could go on, Mr. House interrupted him, a solemn tone in his voice. “Justin, you know, I’ve had thousands of employees in my time. I have never been more proud of an employee than I have been with you. When you pass away, I will never find a replacement quite like you. I will always mentally remain fifty seven, you however, you have the chance to join me as immortal, yet you decline.” Justin sighed, “Mr. House, I have always pledged my loyalty to you, but, I have honestly had enough of my life in this cruel world. When I pass on, it shall be my time. But you have gone on with this for over two hundred and thirty years, which is only one of the many reasons I admire you sir. Anyway sir, I have to go to McCarran and check on how our flight scheduling and contracts bode.


9:30 A.M.

Having left McCarran, he was pleased to see the Monorail filled with passengers, to and from McCarran. He even met an NCR Ambassador, whom, much to Justin’s displeasure, tried to convince him and Mr. House to let new Vegas be annexed into the NCR. The NCR was largely unstable now, Justin and House preferred, and enjoyed, remaining politically neutral. The man was furious and hoped on board his plane as quick as he had arrived. But Justin didn’t care; they would not cave to the NCR. He went on to each casino, checking on business with each owner, Swank owner from his time as a Courier who was the only one still alive after all this time. After checking with the three casinos, he headed to Vault 21, greeting Sarah, whom despite being a few years older than he, had been dating each other for the past twenty years. He sat down and had a cup of coffee with Brahmin Steak for lunch with her. They idly spoke about how their days were going, discussing the latest gossip on the Strip. Over all, they were both very happy and very much in love. He always hated when he had to leave Sarah and go back to his papers. With a quick kiss on the lips, he told her he loved her and he’d take her out to the Ultra-Luxe for dinner tonight. But it was now noon, and he needed to finish a large stack of papers waiting on his desk in the Lucky 38. He knew he’d have to get them out of the way, he’s spent thirty years pushing papers for House, yet he enjoyed it. After all, it was so much easier than a typical Wasteland job.


7:30 P.M.

Justin had finally finished his paperwork and eagerly put on his silk black tuxedo with the white bowtie and vest, along with his dress cane. He couldn’t wait to have dinner with Sarah at the Ultra-Luxe, the bad thing about being the Mistress of a man who worked for a reclusive billionaire was to expect constant being blown off dates while he stayed in his office all night. Tonight, thankfully, was not one of those nights. He strolled down the stairs of the Lucky 38 and strolled to the Ultra-Luxe, where he saw Sarah in a beautiful and stunning dress. He waved to her and as he was about to continue walking to the Ultra Luxe, a man who looked slightly younger than him approached him and asked excitedly, “Oh my! Are you Mr. Justin, the man who works for Mr. House?” Justin smiled and shook the man’s hand. “Indeed I am, is there something I can help you with?” The man said “Yes, actually there is,” leaned close, his lips touching Justin’s ear.”Ave, True to Caesar.” Justin’s stepped back in horror and gasped aloud “No!” He clenched his stomach in pain as the man had shot him in the chest with a 9mm pistol, the man was quickly gunned down, but while some ran in fear of the gunfire, some ran to Justin, Sarah included. He clenched her hand, people shouting out for Securitrons, House rolled up in genuine worry. Justin gasped out, dabs of blood spewing lightly from his mouth, his white shirt soaked in his blood. There was nothing anyone could do. He mustered enough strength to speak, tears streaking his face, “Sarah, you know I love you. Do me this, p-protect…protect Rex, in The L-The Lu-cky 38.” Mr. House rolled closer to his side, his pincer grasping Justin’s had. Justin gasped in lament “M-Mr.H-House, I’m sorry I f-failed you. I…I tried.” Mr. House, for one rare moment, showed genuine anguish, “Don’t apologize, you couldn’t have known. You have secured my future, and in turn, the future of humanity. I will never find a replacement for you Justin. You are a rare gem amongst men. I only wish your death would not be like this.” Justin, pain slowly whitening his vision, smiled, and in that moment he whispered, “Please, take care of….Sarah f-for me.”
He uttered his final words. “House…the stars…only….way…left.” his hand went limp in Sarah’s, her hands drenched in his blood.

The next day, Mr. New Vegas had announced his death, playing his favorite song throughout the day, ‘Love Me as though there Were No Tomorrow’ by Nat King Cole played. That night, the old NCR Embassy was turned into a memorial for him. Mr. House made a eulogy for Justin as he was being buried. The lights of the Strip truly the gem of the Mojave, but a light so brightly in Vegas for thirty years, had finally burnt out.

...Epic. There's no other word to say than Epic. This is truly worthy of the title "Epic." The climix is awesome and it really connects with the reader, no matter what their age(considering they can read). The only thing I have a problem with. Don't kill him off -_-...and House is truly well presented.

It's a sad ending. I felt his dying would show a physical impact upon the wasteland, especially the city he came to love as his home.

I tihnk the ending was a bit dull, But sad..

Epic ending to an epic story

Wow, what an epic ending! Great story Colonel Martyr, I loved reading it!

Fantastic! The best fan fic ive read. By taking a different angle you ensured it was unique. Loved it

Col. Martyr, excellent ending. I only hope to see you as a future author of more fantastical stories such as this.

This is my first post here, and I just sat and read through all 10 Chapters.

Excellent story.

I really enjoyed the focus on business and character development. It's interesting to sort of get a bird's eye view of what is essentially the daily planner of the most important man in New Vegas, next to Mr. House. And while I think it's easy for 'The Courier' to end up with a bit of a messiah complex should he choose the House route, I like that you managed to keep Justin human, albeit a little detached from everyone around him. Even the more mundane elements of Justin's day to day life were handled in a way that didn't make them seem too boring, or a chore to read, they just struck me as casual and comfortable. It's a nice juxtaposition to all of the enormous strides being made in the work he's doing to restore New Vegas to it's pre-war glory in order to make it a thriving post-war economy.

With regards to the ending, while I think it's easy to take issue with the fact that thirty years after the events at hoover dam a lone Caeser's Legion assassin manages to appear from virtually nowhere and shoot a major New Vegas figure to death in front of everyone, I think it ends up just reinforcing the idea that anything is possible. Everyone dies. [censored] happens. You didn't exactly wrap the story up with a bow, but you didn't need to either. You managed to resolve some of the emotional threads and gave Justin closure with Mr. House and those were probably the two biggest themes overall; His genuine love for New Vegas and his seeing Mr. House as a father figure.

Great writing, keep it up.