Hey. I'm Moxley and this is my first Fan Fic (on this site, I have done some before). I have been playing a lot of Fallout recently and thought I'd write some FF.

Prologue.

The Diary of John Farkas, Gravedirt Bartender.

The story begins like this...

Gravedirt, a town way out in the middle of the wastes in between New Vegas and Reno that may do not know of. Some do. Unfortunately, the people who do know of Gravedirt are some Travelling Mercenaries and Merchants and some others like Raiders and Slavers. Or people a small town like Gravedirt could go without. Slavers are generally accepted for some reason, many believe the Mayor of Gravedirt, Carson Beckett, pays the Slavers for protection against the Raiders in exchange for caps. A lot of caps. The Raiders still attack and the Slavers protect, only so they get paid and they also take the surviving Raiders and but them in a Slave Collar and send them back to camp. The Slavers probably sell them to The Legion. Ever since that damned Courier, what was it? 7? helped the New California Republic push the Legion back, the Legion came out here to regroup. Anyway, I was Bartender in 2283 in Gravedirt when the guy walked in out from the wastes. Never had I seen a waster quite like him, He was well equipped, he was wearing some type of leather armor and a black Cowboy hat. He sat down at the Bar and threw his Hat down as well. The guy said he was from out Reno way...

"Reno? What are you doing all the way out here?" The Bartender asked the New Arrival.

"Wasn't my intention of stopping here." The Stranger said in a low gruff tone.

"But you did." The Bartender replied, as he continued to clean empty glasses.

"Unintentionally." The Stranger paused and looked up at The Bartender, "Well? You gonna ask what drink I want?"

"I was. I'm John Farkas, what'll you have?" John replied, setting the last empty glass down.

"Whiskey." The Stranger replied.

"What's you name, Stranger?". John asked, pouring Whiskey in to a glass cup.

"Calo." He answered as he took a sip of Whiskey. "I've heard that name before. Farkas".

"My sister was in Vegas around the time of Caesar attacked the Dam. She is a Follower of the Apocalypse out in Freeside." John answered.

"Heard about that". Calo replied, downing the rest of the Whiskey. "I'm from out D.C way, originally. Born in a Vault, then some guy left and then his son wen't after him. I think they died or something".

"Be careful around Gravedirt, Slavers protect this town from Raiders. Word is he pays them to protect us from Raiders."

"Noted. I need work. Got anything for me?" Calo asked.

"Actually. There's a farm west of here. A man came in the other day and said that Raiders came in a killed his family while he escaped here. Go talk to him, he is down in the infirmary with Doc Isaac Yankem."

Calo nodded. "This was fun, John. I've got heads to pop."

Calo rose from his seat and put his hat back on his head and went out the door.

The Diary of Calo, Stranger.

I stumbled across a small town called Gravedirt after my journey from Reno. I decided to get a drink while I waited, after getting a drink and talking to the Bartender at the Gravedirt Saloon, he told me that Raiders had recently taken someone's Farm to the West. I went to see the survivor of the raid in the Infirmary and he told me that about, 7 or 8 Raiders were there. I told what I was going to do and offered pay and I wasn't going towards Raiders if I wasn't going to be paid. Anyway. I left Gravedirt and headed west towards the farm, took about 30... 40... minutes on foot. I decided it would be best to scout around first, I went up a hill, crouched down and I then peeked over the top and looked down at Farmhouse. There were 4 Raiders out front, 1 was sitting on the porch in an old chair, another was standing next to him talking, 1 patrolling on the side closet to Calo's position, 1 on the furthest side, and the rest probably inside...

Calo took his Scoped Lever Action Rifle and took aim. From this range the gun would be almost silent to the Raiders, he fired the first shot at one furthest away. The bullet hit the Raider in the side of her neck, sending her to the ground, Calo then took aim at the standing Raider and fired at him and the bullet hit him in the spine, sending the corpse across the Raider that was sitting, before the second last Raider could make a noise, Calo fired again, the bullet struck the Raider in her forehead. Calo put his Rifle back inside his Holster on his back and then went back down the hill and jumped the fence into the front yard of the Farmhouse, he snuck up close behind the remaining Raider and drove his knife into his neck. He went around back and spotted a Raider looking through Binoculars, he took him with his suppressed 9mm Pistol and fired, the Raider fell forward and went over the railings on the back porch and then onto the ground. Calo grabbed onto the railing on the porch and pulled himself up and over, there was a window with no glass in it. Calo pulled himself inside the Farmhouse, not looking he came down on top of glass crunching it under his feet.

"Did you hear that?" one of the Raider's said.

"Oh crap!" another Raider yelled.

"What?"

"Look!"

The Raider's rushed out the front to their fallen comrades, Calo readied himself and reloaded his Pistol and he went to one of the front windows, He took aim and fired at the Raiders from the house. He killed two of the Raiders and third was quick enough to return fire.

"Take it!" The Raider yelled.

Calo rolled from the window to the doorway. He peeked around and fired a single bullet, that went into the Raider's forehead.

The Diary of Calo, Killer of Raiders and Slaver's alike.

I went back to the man in the Infirmary, told me his name was Jonah. Gave me 50 caps for my work, It isn't a lot, but It's still caps. I don't know what I'll do know. I'll just probably get drunk again.