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I'm not sure if it matched the quality of those parts preceeding, but it was late and I wanted to post it.

It vas gud.

Can't wait for the next chapter!

I'm not sure if I'm even allowed to ask this but is there anyway a moderator could change the name of the topic to: The Weston Chronicles? I understand if the answer is no or it's asking way to much. I was just curious.

Yes. It's possible PM any moderator and ask for a title change.

Thank you for the change Rohugh, much appreciated.

The Weston Chronicles

Episode 1

The Catching Up
It is nightfall and the man in the moon hovers over the siblings. Brothers rest in a safe cove on the Arizona side of the Colorado. The campfire crackles as they sit. Sean stirs the fire with Redemption. Over the flames spins a freshly killed molerat. The filet-o-mole fills the air with it's well done aroma. The two sit across from each other in an awkward silence. The eldest brother breaks the ice with a joke, "Knock knock!"

Jack shakes his head in hilarity and answer, "Who's there?"

Sean replies, "Yes man..."

Jack's eyebrows rise in acknowledgement, "Yes man who?"

Sean giggles a bit before saying in a most hickesh accent, "Yes man done took 'ar jobs!" The two join in laughter which shatters the awkward silence of the Arizona air.

The two brothers laugh for several seconds. Afterwards, Jack sits there and a memory crosses his mind: the headstone. He interrupts the noise of crackling fire, "After I got back to the Mojave I went back home. I saw our parents and said hi. Behind them I saw a headstone that read Aegidius Aurelius. Did you put that there?"

Sean looks up from the fire and into his brothers eyes, "Yes, I put him there."

Jack nods in understanding, "What's the significance of that name?"

Sean looks back to his brother and asks, "Are you sure you want to know the answer to that question?"

Jack responds, "Yes, I think I have the right to know why a Legion name is on the headstone that rests behind our parents."

At this moment Sean stands. He sheathes Redemption and walks over to his brother and sits down next to Jack. He can see the glint of anger in his brothers eyes. He speaks, "It is the man the is responsible for the death of our parents."

At this statement Jack stands up. The younger brother is flustered, for good reason. He yells, "You better tell me you burned him alive at the steak, or else we are going to have a lot of sibling rivalry!"

Sean nods in understanding. "He got curb stomped by the biggest deathclaw in the land. That was his pyre you were looking at. The killer you saw that day was not truly him."

Jack looks at it with unruly eyes, "You think I give a damn if that 'wasn't truly him'? He killed our parents! Our PARENTS! It's because of him we became orphans!"

"Really, you became an orphan?" Sean asks jokingly.

Jack is taken aback, "Well, no, but... How come you didn't stay angry at him? You gave him a hero's death!"

Sean stands and advises his brother like a mentor would, "I understand your anger, and yes, I did stay angry at him for a couple of years. He began to teach me the truth, and I want to show you what that is." Sean reaches into his satchel and pulls out a large leatherback book wrapped in cloth. On the face of the book rests a cross. Sean shows him it and says, "In this book breathes the truth. It teaches how to morally live a good life and where to go from there. The most powerful thing Aegidius taught me is forgiveness, which he learned from this. This is one of the last King James Version. There is one in New Canaan, but they believe in something besides this." Sean hands Jack the tome.

Jack looks down at the moral manual and says, "A Legionnaire taught you how to live from this stupid-"

Sean snaps at Jack, "Hey! Why don't you read it first, only then will you realize why I stopped hating him. Only then will you understand why and how he became a second father to me. Don't you ever call it stupid either." Sean shakes his head in annoyance and anger. He sits back on the opposite side of the fire and stirs it with Redemption.

Jack takes the book in hand. The ancient pages are worn and feel like papyrus. Jack takes a seat and asks, "Where do you recommend I begin reading?"

Anger subsiding he replies, "In the beginning..." Jack opens the tome and plunges nose deep into the very pre-war past.

Sean slices a bit off the molerat with Redemption. He balances the meat on the blade and slides it into his hand. He feels the warmth of the fire in the slice. The temperature is just right, so he eats the meat. The warm taste waters his mouth. In pre-war terms one would say 'Tastes like chicken'. Sean swallows the bite and exclaims, "Supper is served... Taste like deathclaw."

Jack hears this exclamation but pays no attention. He is delved into the ancient tome and doesn't heed his growling stomach. He hears Sean speak again, "Don't eat over the tome." Sean cuts some more rat off and prepares his meal with the prayer that Aegidius taught and spoke when not around other Legionnaires.

The Neon Light
Jack is lying on the log is he was sitting on earlier. Jack is asleep now with tome on chest. Sean walks over to his brother and picks up the manuscript. He closes it, wraps it, and places it in his satchel.

The molerat that was cooked is gone now. Sean breaks down the spinner and packs it away. He leaves the campfire going which is still fairly large in the night. Looking around the horizon the eldest brother sees a red glow in the distance just over the horizon. Sean steps out of the camp with curiosity leading him.

He walks and does so for five minutes. He has walked a mile and he pulls out his binoculars. Looking through the lenses he sees one large neon light flickering on and off. Each side of the light flickers on and off consecutively until it finally syncs together for a second. What Sean sees takes him a second to figure out. The two pieces are broken apart down the middle and outlined with red neon. Putting them together in his mind he sees the drawing representation of a heart. He ponders on this sight and walks back to camp under the clear stillness of the night.

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Till next time, stay classy!

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For those who stay tuned to this rp I have posted yet another addition for your viewing pleasure. It falls under The Weston Chronicles.

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Table of contents added.

WC Episode 2

The Hotel
It is late morning and the sand crunches beneath the brothers' boots. The two are approaching what looks to be a rather cheap hotel. Strangely the only thing that seems to have aged iany at all is the hotel and street sign. The lights of the hotel sign flicker even in the day. The only part that flickers is the broken heart, and vacancy. The hotel sign reads: Broken Heart Hotel. The street sign reads Lonely Street. To their left stands the main building of the hotel. Apart from it is the rooms with doors facing outwards. The two step forward and look at the windows and double doors. It seems as though it is pitch black inside. The two open the doors and feel the cool air conditioning slap them in the face like a glass of ice cold water.

They step in and the dim lights shatter what was thought to be darkness. As they step over the threshold they feel a slight tingle in their respective bodies. They look back and see that it is night outside and that the sun is now a full moon. They give each other a look of confusion. Jack looks now to his right and sees that the bellhop has tears rolling down his face. Sean looks to his left and walks up to the counter. The dress clerk is dressed in jet black. Sean goes to speak but he is cut off by the dress clerk, "Welcome to Broken Heart Hotel, sir. You and your," he looks over to Jack and stereotypes him, "friend, can leave your weapons and gear up here with me. Our security will lock them in safe keeping and you have no need to worry about that. However, you will need a change of clothing because your attire is not suitable for such an establishment as ours. We do have suitable tuxedos for sale if you and your friend would like to attend our showing tonight. We have the mystery artist singing, in fact he only has about ten minutes left if you two would like to buy quickly and catch it."

Sean looks over to Jack and snaps his fingers. Jack stops staring at the bellhop and quickly steps over to the counter. "What?"

Sean explains the situation to Jack, "Here's the thing. This place is like a casino. We have to turn over our gear and weapons over to the," Sean looks over to dress clerk and continues with a smile, "Gentleman. So what do you say?"

Jack looks around the lobby. What he sees makes the hair on his neck stand. Not even the Ultra Luxe, the most prestigious of the resorts on the strip, isn't as pristine as this. It is flawless as if it has never seen a bomb a day in it's life. Jack leans to see down one of the two visible halls. What he sees in the dim, supposedly romantic, light is one man sobbing with a knife he was able to sneak in his hand. The man is holding the knife to his wrist looking as if he is going to slit it. Jack leans back toward the counter and moves in close to the Sean's right ear and whispers, "We should check in, there is something very strange going on here. It's creeping me out man, something isn't right." Jack resumes to a normal standing position.

Sean nods with a smile in agreement. "Exactly what I was thinking." He looks over to the dress clerk and says, "We will take a room, and two tuxes please." He hands the dress clerk most of his gear, so does Jack. They place on the counter sufficient currency to be able to buy suitable clothing.

The clerk ushers them to a changing room located in the start of the second hallway. The two change, Sean changes into a white top tux and black dress pants with white gloss dress shoes. Jack is wearing a completely black tux with black gloss dress shoes. Sean looks to him and says with a grin, "You look like you work here."

Jack shakes his head in disagreement and replies, "Shut it."

The two walk back to the counter and hand the dress clerk their clothing. Unknown to the clerk Sean has hidden a Bobby pin in his hair, as well as a switch blade in his sleeve. Sean says to the clerk, "Make sure that gear is safe, most of it means a great deal to me."

The dress clerk raises his eyebrows like his eyebrows like he's heard that before and mutters, "Do not worry sir, it is in safe keeping."

The Microphone
A waiter ushers them towards double doors. He opens them and the two see a large open area with many tables in a romantically lit room. The brothers notice melancholy dancers on the floor. They follow the waiter to a large two person table in the back of the room just as the singer finishes singing into a very bulky microphone.

"They'll be so lonely they could die..."

The music finishes and the quiet hum of the restaurant returns to life. The depression is lifted from the peoples' faces. The two take a seat at the table. The tux now stands there waits on them and Sean says, "I'll take a beer, and he'll have," Sean points to Jack and waits for an answer.

Jack replies with, "Beer, please." The waiter takes the note and writes down 2x beers.

The two brothers sit there and Jack speaks, "This place is getting stranger by the minute."

"Yes, I know, you see that microphone on stage? Does it look like an ordinary old Dean Domino mic?" Sean says to Jack but stares at the microphone with concerned eyes.

Jack looks at the mic and shakes his head. He looks back at Sean and says, "It reminds me of this old pre-war tech-" he is cut off as the waiter arrives with the drinks. Two clunks later and the waiter steps away and resumes his duties. "As I was saying: old pre-war technology. It was called a mesmetron. It was a non-lethal pacifier. What it would do is it sent a signal pulse into a human target's brain that scrambled higher-level mental functions, leaving the target extremely susceptible to suggestion. It was still in it's testing phase when the weapon was found to have the potential to trigger two undesirable side-affects: get 'em really pissed off or..."

Sean looks at him with worry in his eyes, "Or what?"

The elder brother takes a swig of his beer as Jack responds, "Or brain all over the deck."

Sean spits his swig of beer to the side. He wipes his chin and apologizes to the people seared around him, "Sorry, sorry. Heheh, he just said something absolutely ridiculous." The people go back to their business. He whispers frantically, "You mean to tell me we could end up with our brains on the floor?"

Jack looks at the mic then looks at him, "No it looks more advanced than that. Almost like someone found one and worked on it. I say this because it looks a lot more like a mic than a stun gun."

Sean looks at him and asks, "Worse comes to worse?"

Jack leans back in his chair and shrugs like it's not as big a deal, "We slit our wrists cause we are so lonely we could die."

Sean throws his hands in the air and says, "Yeap, that's better than my head exploding. Die slowly and painfully or quickly with zero pain whatsoever. I'll take the latter thank you."

Jack laughs a bit, "And I say that because I saw a guy in the hall who looked like he was ready to slit his wrists." Jack then leans in and asks, "So what do we do?"

Sean looks at the waiters who are all wearing different tuxedos. Some resemble the two he and his brother are wearing. He leans forward and whispers to Jack, "The waiters aren't wearing the same uniforms. This is odd but we live in odd times. Follow me, let's go to the kitchen."

The two strut orderly to the kitchen as if they work there. The Westons walk through the swinging doors and into the bustling nightmare that is the kitchen of the Broken Heart Hotel.

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Until next time, stay classy!

Sorry, but I have a lot of reading to do before I can get up to speed with this. Nice Table of Contents, I like that addition. Makes it easier for fanfics like these. I'll try to find time to write up some kind of a review, even if it's just:

"Great Job!"

So I decided I'd give my hand at the Courier's story. After the shot it does change slightly. Some of you might think drastically but considering there is more than one ending how much does it differ that the beginning is a tad different? I hope this is good. It's not like te Weston Chronicles but I hope he doesn't have to be. I tried to get it to be a bit of a humorous light on the beginning. I hope this works...
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Lightning

Episode 1
Till Death Do We Part...

Jak Lightning is on his knees in the sand of his soon to be grave. The dirt grinds against the knees off his pants. He realizes his hands are tied and mouth is gagged. While in the process of collecting himself he hears a scruffy voice, "You got what you were after, so pay up." Lightning tries to pry the rope together but to his dismay someone tied it very well. He feels for his knife but it too is gone.

He hears who must be the leader reply to the statement, "You're cryin' in the rain pally."

At the sound of this dry voice he looks up, "Guess who's wakin' up!" Jak looks up to see three men, one finishing a cigarette in a checkered suit. This man looks to be quite full of himself and must live a spoiled life. To the right of the checkered suit is a Great Khan holding a shovel, and to his left stands another Great Khan.

The checkered suit says, "Time to cash out."

The left Great Khan hurries him, "Would you get this over with."

The checkered man raises a finger to hush him and says, "Maybe Khan's kill people without lookin' 'em in the face, but I ain't no fink, dig?"

At this statement Lightning thinks to himself, 'Well at least there is a shred of honor in that filthy rich white collar trash body of his.'

Anger slowly begins to swell in the belly of Jak. The checkered suit speaks directly to Lightning while reaching into his jacket and pulling out a platinum casino chip, "You've made your last delivery kid." He puts the chip back into his jacket.'

Lightning, who is quickly becoming more upset, thinks to himself, 'Who is he calling kid? I look as old as him. Some would say older.' He watches as the checkered suit pulls out a shimmering pistol with a glowing woman on the grip. Jak thinks, 'I take back what I thought about honor.'

The checkered man continues his monologue, "From where your kneeling must seem like an 18 karat run of bad luck."

Jak is becoming frustrated as he continues to ponder "Checker's" monologue, 'Wow, he's monologuing. He really has no idea that the handgun he holds will end him... lord willing I live through this.'

The suit raises the weapon to Lightning's eye level and exclaims, "Truth is, the game was rigged from the start."

Time slows down for a moment as the checkered bastard pulls the trigger. Lightning's last thoughts are of his good lady, 'She's a good woman. What a time we had at our little house in this Mojave. I'm going to miss the sunset in her eyes. I remember those vows of ours like they were yesterday. Till death do we part... this IS BULL SHI-'

The bullet makes contact, and Lightning is down for the count. Blood trickles from Jak's new orifice. The Khans begin to bury the fink under the water tower of Goodsprings. Only two witnesses see this heinous act, the man in the moon and a securitron. Only one can actually do something about it.

When the three acquaintances clear, a cowboy securitron rolls onto the gravesite and begins to very slowly dig out the incapacitated Jak. Little tiny rock by little tiny rock he picks the grave apart and slowly but surely enough drags the limp body to the nearby doctor in town.

Lively One
The Courier is coming to, he wakes up to see an old balding man hovering over him. Looking down he sees that he is only bearing knickers. He cannot help but stammer, "Oh, am I dead, are you God? To be honest I'd thought you'd be a little more radiant. Also that it might not be so warm. Where is my clothing, or better yet, if this is heaven why am I clothed? I know when I was shot they had the decency to keep me clothed."

The balding man chuckles at this, "Hahaha, no no I'm not God. I do play him on the operating table though. Your clothing is safe and yes, warm. Trust me, this ain't heaven. How bout it, did I get your face right?"

He holds up a dusty old mirror and Jak takes a look. It's as flawless as it was before the shot, even better looking. His short chocolate brown hair sits atop his white boy Mojave bronzed head. There sits not a scar on his face, not even from the most recent bullet he received.

He acknowledges the doctor's handiwork, "Wow, you are quite the surgeon. Not even a scar, you're sure you are not an auto-doc?"

Mitchell laughs at the statement, "Hahaha, not quite. I'm Doc Mitchell, just retired Doc, and I help out when I can. For instance, you were barely hangin' on when ol' Victor dragged your carcass in here. So I patched you up best I could. From your response I did a fine job."

Lightning tries to stand and wobbles for a moment. He slowly walks around and gathers himself. His muscles gradually awaken from their deep death-like slumber. "Would ya look at that, I can walk!" He takes off in a mad dash around the house. He runs down the wing, runs back and through the living room and into the operating room.

Doc Mitchell slaps his knee, "Well my goodness you are a lively one. How were they able to get you anyway heheh. Do you have a family history of being shot in the head? I just need to make a note for later use if I ever have to see you or a family member."

Jak Lightning laughs out loud at this, "We are a tough clan but I don't recall us falling ill from sucha thing. Maybe loss of blood or radiation poisoning but not a bullet to the brain haha." Jak bends his knees and does a couple back flips for pure recall.

Doc Mitchell comments on this, "Quite the agile one you are, anything else?"

Lightning goes into the living and kicks the couch to the wall. Doc's eyebrows rise at this sight, "Strong too, you're strong; agile; intelligent. A bullet at point blank range doesn't kill you, 'least not well enough. You are quite the tough man if I do say so myself. Now I have a few words and statements for you. When I say the following words you tell me the first thing that comes to mind. Dog."

Jak stands there and replies, "Man's best friend."

"All right, house," Doc says.

"Shelter to raise a family." Jak takes a seat in the chair next to him.

"Night," Doc says

"Hmm, the darkness that can make a man both invisible and easy prey," Lightning is looking at Doc and sees he astounds him with this response.

"Wow, did you write that yourself?" Doc stares at him earnestly.

"Hehah, nah. Is there another word?" Jak listens patiently.

Mitchell announces, "Bandit."

Jak raises an invisible handgun and replies, " Next scum bag I take down with my-" He looks at his right hand, "Oh." He sees to his dismay, there is no gun in his hand.

Doc Mitchell finds this a little amusing, "Ha, next word is: light..."

Jak thinks about this for a moment and responds, "Hope, whether it be in a deep chasm or a torch headed your way in the dead of night."

Doc nods in agreement, "Yes, alright last word: mother."

At this word fond memories of his mother comes to mind. "The woman you can look up to. Hopefully one day you can find a good woman like that and marry her. A strong woman that'll take care of you and be an outstanding mother to your children. Someone loyal; loving; trustworthy; dependable; brave..." Jak looks down and sees a gold band on his ring finger. He notices he struggles to remember someone very dear to him.

Doc Mitchell take notice and asks, "Did you find that good woman... I never got your name."

Jak is awakened from his memories at this statement, "Jak Lightning, and I don't know if I did or not."

Doc Mitchell takes a look at Jak's left hand and acknowledges, "A band on your left ring finger is a sign of commitment, maybe you do have a love out there waiting for you."

When Jak looks at the band the strings of his heart are pulled. He continues to gaze upon it when saying, "I hope so."

A certain quiet has filled the room. One that makes a man think about his past, and past loves. Doc Mitchell cannot help but think about his past loves he has had in his long life. He then remembers the statements he must say and gets to it. "Jak, I'm gonna say some statements and you tell me if it sounds like something you'd say. First one: I ain't given to relying on others for support."

Jak looks up and says, "If I am a committed man then certainly yes. In times of need then of course, but I'm not going to abuse that support."

Doc nods in understanding and continues, "I'm always fixin' to be the center of attention."

Lightning shakes his head, "Nah, the only way I'd do that is if need be. If not then no."

Doc goes on, "Understandable, third one: I'm slow to embrace new ideas."

Jak replies, "No, whatever it takes to get the job done. Adapt, overcome, survive."

"Very good, alright last one: I charge in to take my problems head on." Doc looks at Jak who ponders this thought.

"Sometimes yes, but just as many times a strategy is needed to outman the enemy." Jak continues to sit in the operating room with Doc.

Mitchell stands and takes his clipboard to his desk. He ushers Jak to walk with him, who eagerly follows. Jak bolts up and strides behind the doc to the front door. Doc speaks, "Here is your gear that was buried with you. You were quite the adventurer I take it. You had yourself some reinforced leather armor; rattan cowboy hat; a .44 magnum; and a switchblade. One of them must have had some honor about him to let you die, I mean almost die, with this gear."

Jak looks to Doc and asks, "Speaking of the men that buried me, thankfully alive, any idea which way they headed?"

"Hmm, no, but you should go ahead and ask Trudy. She is the barman and may have an idea at which way they headed. The few of them went into the bar last I heard, which was a few after your wonderful meet with them. Take this too, it is a Pip-Boy 3000. I'm a retired old man and you will be able to make much better use of it than I will. Here are some stimpaks as well, and a vault 21 suit. If you somehow get shot in the head again, and they send you here at least you already have a resting place." Doc Mitchell says with a straight face and hands Jak the Pip-Boy, stimpaks and vault 21 suit.

Jak shakes Mitchell's hand and thanks him, "Thank you for reviving me Doc, and yea, at least I'll have a resting place." Jak equips the Pip-Boy; Reinforced Leather armor; and places the 44. magnum into it's holster.

He opens the door but before he leaves Doc Mitchell says, "Hey Jak, I look into your eyes and I see you still love a woman yet you are unable to remember her. I have a feeling she is out there Jak. You find your good woman."

Jak tips his hat to the elderly fellow. He steps over the threshold and takes in the humble sight that is Goodsprings, Nevada.

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Till next time, stay classy!

Lightning

Episode 2
... That's Not New...

Jak walks down the hill of Doc's humble home. He opens the picket fence door, steps through and respectfully closes it. As he is he can feel the .44 revolver sway on his side, and his boots crunch the sands of Goodsprings. To his right a red head walks with dog at side and varmint rifle in hand. She comes up to him and introduces herself, "Howdy stranger, I'm Sunny Smiles, welcome to Goodsprings!" A small dust devil comes to life, spins behind her, and dies as she says this.

Jak replies to her, "Well hello sister, it's good to be here. Thank you for welcoming me. However this ain't my first welcome."

A look of realization arises on her hispanic white girl face, "Oh! You're the stranger Victor dr- carried through town. Hey, why don't you come with me and we will loosen up that shootin' arm of yours."

Jak replies with a smile, "Well all right, lead the way sister."

Jak follows Sunny and her dog. During the little walk Sunny says to Jak, "Don't worry, Cheyenne won't bite unless I tell her to." Jak chuckles a bit from this reassurance. Sunny leads Jak behind the Goodsprings General Store. The three face the back of the store as Sunny instructs Jak, "Ok, You see those bottles right there? You shoot 'em with that big revolver at your hip. Go on."

Jak nods in understanding. He looks down the brim of his hat and counts the bottles. They add up to six, he pulls his revolver out of the holster and checks to see how many rounds he has. Six rest within the weapon. Jak places the stainless steel and wooden grip back into it's holster. He taps his fingers against the leather of his holster. Without realizing how he does it he pops, cocks, and locks the magnum in half a second. In 1.5 seconds the bottles are shatters of brown glass against the wall of the general store. Jak's jaw drops along with Sunny's. He remarks on this astonishment, "I'm assuming that's not new."

"You have fine muscle memory, wow!" She looks back over to the shards of glass again. A sly little grin shows up. She walks over to the post and places 5 bottles up. She strides over to Jak and hands him a varmint rifle. "Alright, that was beautiful. Now we have to see about your rifle skills. Do you remember how to do this?"

Jak grips the rifle and without realizing he holds it properly into his shoulder. He readies it for fire. Looking down the sights he sees the first bottle. A shot is fired and there goes the bottle. He looks down to the bottle and sees
that it isn't shattered. He adjusts his sights accordingly. Jak puts the rifle back into his shoulder. He beams down the sights and fires again. This time the round shatters the bottle. Moving the rifle slowly to the left he fires and more shards fill the sand. 2.5 seconds later no bottles sit on the post.

Sunny looks over with astonishment, "Well I'll be, you're a fine marksman indeed. You can keep that rifle. Would you help me clear out some geckos infesting our springs?"

Jak is sincere with his thanks, "Thank you for this fine piece of machinery. Yes, of course I'll help you with your infestation. Lead the way sister."

Lightning uses the sling and straps the rifle to his back. Once it is snug he runs after Sunny who is jogging up ahead next to Cheyenne. Jak catches up to them and slows down to stay with them. They reach some cover where they have clear sight of the geckos. Sunny is crouching in the sneak position and turns to Jak, "Do your thing."

Jak sneaks on ahead and pulls his revolver out of it's holster. The unsuspecting geckos are all turned away from him. With revolver loaded he unloads on the three unsuspecting creatures. Three rounds and three dead geckos later they move on.

Cheyenne takes the lead and attacks one of the few geckos at the next well. Sunny fires on the left gecko and Jak pulls the trigger on the right gecko. The gecko he shoots now has one new hole. He looks to his left and sees Cheyenne with a throat in her mouth, and Sunny firing her last shots to take down the varmint.

With the battle ending a Goodsprings settler rushes forward. She speaks, "Thank you so much! I was worried I had just had my last meal. Take this, some purified water when you get thirsty."

Jak packs away the water in his satchel, "Thank you miss, you have a nice day." He looks over to Sunny, "There goes your gecko problem sister."

"Yeap, here take these caps and I want to show you how to make healing powder." She takes him down the hill to the little campfire. The two pop a squat by the fire on the trail. "Here is what we need to make healing powder: Xander root, and broc flower. You bring me these and we will get started. Look around the school house and the uh... cemetery. I will have the fire roarin' for ya."

She smiles at him from across the smoke. Jak smiles back and tells her, "Thank you sis, I'll be back in a small while." He tips his hat to her and returns to Goodsprings.

Jak is by the schoolhouse. He kneels down and picks the roots. He stands and the mid say sun shines through the the dry air of the Mojave to caress his face. In this instance a beautiful woman's face strike his mind like lightning in the desert. His heart stops beating for a moment, and he collapses to a knee.

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Till next time, stay classy!

Well, I guess it is convenient

Ah, so it's smooth sailing then.

What do you think of episode two for Westons and Lightning respectively?

Place them in juxtaposition or just separate? Well, I'll say that I actually like The Weston Chronicles more, why? I've played the tutorial level of Goodsprings literally over twenty times, I'm very indecisive and I've done it over and over. I'm sick of Goodsprings. And while Lighting is well written and leaves off with some kind of suspense I believe The Weston chronicles leaves us with more to ponder, after all most of us know the story of the courier by now, even with your twists it still is going along the tracks of NV.

You think I should drop the quests and just focus of him figuring himself out? It kinda feels like a bit of a lost cause... I'm thinking about possibly keeping him but snipping the Courier off...

Separately would be cool, and yes I'm thinking about fixing Lightning...

Lightning

Episode 3
That's a kind offer, but...

Jak recovers himself, as he stands he feels a pinch in the left chest pocket of his armor. He opens it up and sees a black and white picture of a woman. She is of beautiful Hispanic origin. Long black flowing hair which reaches the middle of her back. He flips the picture over and sees the description: Maria '80. He looks back at the picture and he loses his breath. She must be my betrothed. I must find her. That's it, she is my goal, maybe when I find her I'll also find myself. He leaves the school yard.

Fifteen minutes later he has retrieved the roots and learned the art of creating healing powder. He sets of back to the bar.

It's quiet inside the bar. Jak hears an argument between the barmaid and a patron. The black man seems upset and is looking for someone by the name of Rango, or is it Ringo? Jak cannot tell nor does he care. The quarrel calms and the black man leaves the bar. He looks to be wearing NCR prison guard gear. Jak walks past the angry black man. The barmaid walks back behind the bar. She looks at the radio and slaps it, "Stupid radio." She turns around and attends Lightning, "Damn thing doesn't work. How can I help you?"

She looks at the radio then looks back at her from the bar stool he's seated, "You must be Trudy. Howdy, I'm Jak Lightning. I got a picture for ya here, can you take a look please?" He pulls the picture from his left chest pocket and hands it to her.

She takes a look at the photo. Jak is reading her facial features and he sees what can be described as an 'Oh'. She speaks, "Oh my, this picture doesn't do her justice. I see her every now and then in town. Beautiful woman, married to a traveling man. She visits here sometimes. If your looking for her, go south to Primm. They might have a better idea of where she hails. You go north you will run into gangers and Deathclaws." She hands him back the photo.

Jak tucks the picture and tips his hat to Trudy, " Thank you mam. I'll be on my way then." Jak stands up and walks out of the bar. The old hinges creak and the door slowly swings closed. An elderly man to his right sits in a chair.

This man looks up and says to him, "Howdy son, what you after?"

Jak looks to the man and takes a seat in the chair behind him to the right of the door. "Well sir, I'm looking for who I believe is my betrothed."

The man looks at him and nods in understanding, "Ah yes, to love, an amazing feeling. Forewarning though, do not let your enemies find out about her. She can be seen as a weakness in some blind eyes, and strength in eyes that see more clearly. If an adversary tries to harm her don't be weary about shoving some dynamite up his ass."

Jak breaks down in laugher once hearing this. "I will certainly do that. I have found out recently that I am keen at firing a handgun, well as a rifle. I have learned that I might be able to shoot a bottle cap fifty feet away. This is just speculation, but I will find out soon more than likely. If someone ever tries to harm her I might be able to take them down."

The two see Victor roll on past the corner. Victor greets, "Howdy pardners, Mr. Lightning, did I just overhear that you are not intending to search for the man that shot you?"

"Yes Victor, and thank you for saving my life." Jak watches as the screen of Victor flickers.

Victor balances in his spot in front of the two of them. "Well see Mr. House can't have that, in fact, he wishes to speak to you."

The picture of Victor moves up and is followed by what must be Mr. House. "I am Mr. Robert House, and you in the rattan cowboy hat and armor must be the amnesiac Jak Lightning." Mr. House looks to his left, "You can excuse us now." The elderly man is a little upset from this rude hello of Mr. House and leaves. Jak begins to become somewhat peeved at this sudden appearance, and a bit tense himself in the presence of Mr. House. He listens as Robert begins continues, "What makes you think this woman is alive?"

Jak stands and steps forward, "I have a gut feeling she is alive."

House scoffs at this, "Listen here boy, you work for me. I am responsible for you being here and I am responsible for you being alive."

Jak nods in agreement, "Yes, your one of the reasons I'm alive, and I thank you. However, I'm going to search for this madam. I don't even have to know her that much to know that I love her."

House doesn't instantly respond, instead he ponders the situation for a moment. "How about this, you work for me and you accomplish the tasks I set in front of you, and I pay you by telling you where she is."

Jak shakes his head in disagreement. "That's a kind offer, but I'm not having it. I'm not gonna take your bribe. You know where to shove it."

"Fine, have it your way. But know this: you do not want me as an enemy. We can work together Jak, I can find your wife for you," House waits for a reply.

Jak places his hands on his hips and begins to tap the toe of his boot in annoyance. He replies, "Mr. House, did you ever think that me setting out alone to find this madam also meant that I'd be finding myself along the way?"

House crosses the arms of the securitron. "Hmm... You have two weeks to find her."

Jak shakes his head, "You don't get it do you? Leave me to my venture." Lightning walks past him and treks down the road. He leaves Mr. House sitting in front of the saloon all alone in the Mojave sunlight.

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Till next time, stay classy!

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Alright, some might not like this but I imagined his wife looking pretty much like http://h-johanna.deviantart.com/art/disney-s-Esmeralda-52626490 That pictures fits how I imagined her and hopefully described her, just in color.

WC Episode 3

We are the, uh, new guys...

The two brothers step through the swinging doors and their sense of authority quickly dissipates. The kitchen is filled with chaos, the chopping of food; the hissing of steam; movement of pans; yelling of orders to get this spice or that sauce. A nearby chef standing by frantically screams at the two, "What are two standing around for? Who are you anyway?"

Sean stammers, "We are the, uh, new guys, maintenance."

"Well get out of here, go through the back door. You shouldn't be on the floor unless there is a problem." The chef returns to his cooking and mutters something under his breath.

The Westons look past the flying knives and thrown pots and pans to see the 'Employees Only' door. The two stride toward the door and throw the excuse me; pardon me; coming through; maintenance; gotta get through heres; and thank yous.

They reach the door and step through. What they see looks like a empty hotel hallway. Jack touches the wall and feels the tingle he originally felt when stepping through. Past this fizzle he feels cold steel. Sean looks over to him, "What are you thinking?"

Jack continues to look at the wall and replies, "This wall isn't really there..."

A look of confusion arises on the elder brothers face."What? That's," He walks over to the wall and places his hand through the fizzle and to the cold steel, "Whoah, this is a bit cold. This seems a bit like RobCo Tech."

"It is, something like it atleast, it's really advanced. Even for 'ol RobCo." Jack surveys the wall some more and sees a white glow emanating from the deck. Jack looks down the hall and sees this glow beneath the fizzling wallpaper.

Sean sees the same glow. He leads his brother down the hall to a door to their left. The fizzle looks like a normal hotel room door. The red head touches the knob and what follows is the sound of a vault door. Sean steps through and is followed by his brother.

The room has gold and red striped walls; beautiful red suede comforter; red and gold carpeting. In a corner is a table surrounded by three red chairs facing a radio which is not powered on. Past this is the opening to the sink, mirror, and bathing room. To the left of the bed against the wall sits a computer on a table. Sean looks at Jack and points to the computer, he walks over to the bath room and opens the door. What he sees makes his face grimace. "Oh gosh, this is not the best way to see a beautiful woman in a red dress." The Jane Doe is lying in the tub with her neck slit, and a depressed face. Above the body is a word created with blood: lonely.

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Till next time, you know what to do.

Hmm, did you happen to foreshadow events in episode three of The Weston Chronicles in episode two? Sure seemed like it, at any rate good entry there, short, sweet and suspenseful. I honestly have to say I didn't see that coming...

As for Lighting, I must say it's getting harder and harder for me to read this as time goes on. I do not why, if I had to guess it's simply because of the fact that it is based off NV storyline. I mean Trudy and then Easy Pete sitting in his chair, I've done it a hundred times, seen it a hundred times. Adding the picture and his goal to find his woman adds a twist to it, but it's shell is still in the shape of NV. I'll keep reading, just know that as it stands that this is getting boring for me.

On both them the grammatical work was just fine, though I spotted a couple missing commas and not much else, so it's all okay. The story flows pretty good and character development and dialogue is coming along nicely, and I really wish there with something more I could say that was helpful, but I not exactly a literary genius, so until next time...

...Stay classy, Wolfman.

WC Episode 4

Problem, puh...

Jack is is concerned with what he sees. It is a letter between a man and the woman who must be the victim. The letter is as follows:

Hey Baby Doll,
Honey, please don't put yourself out there. Once he sees you rebellin' like you are baby it's gonna be as good as done. Baby I don't wanna see you a hurtin'. Priscilla, I know he hasn't been the greatest boss man ever, but he's a danger sweetheart. I don't think I'm strong enough to survive losin' you. I can't help falling in love with you. Not even his tool can mask my feelings for ya darlingl. I don't understand why he has to subdue the crowd like he does, it's a danger to them, and you. I don't know how he does it, but he does. Not even the walls are as they are. The only thing real here is my love for you. Please Priscilla, don't push the big boss man.

Sincerely 'yer hunka hunka burnin' love,
Memphis "Alan" Flash

Jack turns around and walks over to his brother in the bathroom. He looks over the red head's shoulder and sees the terrible sight. He announces, "That must be Priscilla."

Sean looks over his head and replies, "That's terrible, and I see you got into the PC, good job. Does this seem at all odd to you? I mean look at the where the knife is, and that seems to be her only wound. She couldn't have done this herself because she has not a laceration anywhere else."

"This probably has something to do with "him", who he is exactly I haven't debunked. Go take a look at the letter," Jack surveys the scene.

Sean steps out of the room and over to the terminal. He reads the warning. Questions begin to arise, Who is "Alan"? Who is "him"? Something is going on here and we have stomped right on the flaming bag of crap.

Jack walks back to the desk, "We seem to have a problem."

Sean gives his brother a 'ya think' look, "Problem, puh! We had a problem when we stepped trough the door. Got any other observations Corporal Conclusive?"

Jack rolls his eyes at his brother's smart ass comment, "Yeah, I do, we need to find our gear."

Sean agrees, "Good idea Corporal Conclusive."

"Hey, I'm not in the NCR anymore so don't call m Corporal, they think I'm dead anyway, Frumentarii." Jack turns around and heads for the door.

"Hey little bro, I'm no longer a Frumentarii, I'm deceased. Now let's go look for our effects." Sean walls out of the room and leads the precarious pair. The hotel vault door opens, the two step through and it closes. They walk forward fifty feet and reach what looks to be an elevator. To the right of it is a call button on the wall. Sean presses it in and a red dot awakens in the center.

The two stand there patiently in the awkward silence of elevator patience. *Bing* The elevator arrives and the doors part like the red sea. They step into more awkward silence just with elevator music. Sean surveys the array of buttons. One distinctly reads "Cash Room" which he presses. The two brothers feel the elevator sag a bit then rise too the floor level. The fizzy elevator doors and the brothers step into the hotel hall.

In the hall the brothers see many doors. While drilling past they see that all read "cash room". "Decoys," Sean says as he continues to lead the duo to the first break in the hall. It splits left and right. Sean give his brother a hand motion to check right. The eldest continues left and sees the hall break off at a 45 degree angle. A guard stands before the door Sean is closing in on.

The guard states, "Hold up, who're you?"

Sean smiles and answers loudly to get his brothers attention, "Yeah, uh, I'm maintenance, told there was a leak in here me and my partner needed to check out!"

The guard seems confused, "All right no need to yell, ID please."

The Bull chuckles at this for a seconds to stall for his brother. Jack arrives and says heavily, "Whats so funny?" He looks at the annoyed guard then looks at his laughing brother.

"Heh heh, he, he wants identification. Like, haha, like we're not trustworthy." Sean raises both hands to look as if he is cracking up. He then grabs the guard by the shoulders and with a swift force slams the guardian in the forehead with his knee. He puts enough force to knock him out for some time. "That's our identification." He pats the guard down for the key card. Sean finds it and rips it off the unconscious man.

The two brothers step forward. Sean opens the door to the cash room and the two begin canvassing the room. They go separate ways and see written descriptions in front of each safe. The brothers see old geezer; sixy ladies; old broad; and another described as fabulous foursome.

Jack comes across one described as: two brawny gays with long red hair and faded brown hair. "Sean, I think I found it. Come check this out."

Sean rushes to the safe and reads the description aloud, "Two brawny gays with long red hair and faded brown hair?! I knew that dress clerk was lookin' at us in the wrong light, let me crack this." Sean places his ear to the safe and within a minute it is cracked. The safe door creaks open and the two glare to watch their gear landslide onto the counter. "Alright, let's pack this up. We cannot wear this 'cause we need to remain deceptive."

Once the two are done packing their gear they head out of the room. Before departing they drag the limp living body of the guard into the room. The two leave and lock the door behind him. They walk down the angled hall and into the main way.

Sean leads away from the direction of the first elevator. The Westons march down the hall to a parallel elevator. The brothers commence with the awkward silence as they await their carriage.

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Time next stay, :wink_smile:

I hav'nt had time to catch up on this, I'll read it on later tomorrow or the day after.

WC Episode 5

Welcome to the Executive Associate Suites...

The two stand in the elevator listening to the bland music. Sean stands on the right. Jack is to his left, "He" is probably the owner... what could she have done to die though? Is this place starting to creep you out a even a little?"

Sean looks to his brother to acknowledge his concern, but is interrupted by the voice of a woman, "Welcome to the Executive Associate Suites. On behalf of all the staff we thank you for your continuing support of Broken Heart Hotel. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a nice day." *Bing* The doors part and the brothers step trough the fizzle into the hallway.

Sean looks to his brother, "Yes, I am a bit worried we are stumbling on to something that needs our attention. This isn't just a simple hotel. I know you realize this. I sense something darker in this place, something we need to take care of."

The brothers see many empty rooms without owners. They continue forward till they see a room on the right side of the hall. A name plate to the right has "Memphis" etched into it. Across from it is another room with the name "Priscilla" etched into it's plate. Sean looks into the room dubbed Memphis. What he sees is nothing out of the ordinary. Opposite from him, Jack looks into Priscilla's room. The room is a mess, Jack looks to the left corner of the room. On the bed of the room lies a man curled up clinging to something. This sharp dressed man is sobbing much to Jack's surprise. The man has jet black hair and tanned skin.

Sean surveys the room. He sees a desk; a toilet next to a sink; and a wrinkled bed with pillow. He turns around and walks to his brother's side. He sees the curled up man sobbing. The man wears a light royal blue jacket; black suit pants; and blue suede shoes. Jack looks over to his brother and subsequently points to the name plate across the hall. Sean nods in understanding.

The Bull moves his right hand over to the door and lightly taps on it. The man sniffles and looks over his shoulder. He sits ups, places a 4"x3" picture next to his side. The brothers now see a black shirt with loosened tie matching the jacket, and a broken heart on the left lapel. Following this he pulls out a white handkerchief and dries his face. The man's face shows his sadness, and his body shows his depression. "May I ask, who are you and what-" He sniffles -"What are you doing here?"

Jack approaches him, "Sir, we are The Weston Brothers. Last night my brother saw the neon light of the sign for this hotel. This morning we decided to stop by. Both of us noticed some strange things going on in the hotel. We decided to investigate and we stumbled onto a woman in a room. Sean and I deduced that the woman had been killed. So we got our gear and continued this inquiry. Do you know anything about what's going on?"

The man nods as he begins bawl. He puts his face into his hands. "Memphis, I know this is a lot to take in. We understand and we will give you the time you need," Sean steps to the threshold.

He removes his hands with tears streaming down his face, "It's Alan, Memphis Flash is my stage name. How would you know about how I feel? There is no way you could understand." Alan tries to stand but as he pushes himself up his hand slips and he falls back down to the bed, he gives a heavier cry.

Jack looks over to Sean for guidance. "Alan, a little over ten years ago our parents were killed by Caesar's Legion. We were split up, I being taken by the Legion, and Jack being adopted by the NCR. We kinda understand what is going on with you."

Alan looks to Sean as he uses the handkerchief to wipe the snot from his upper lip, "Oh, at least you've had time to get over it. She was killed today, I warned her. Told her she needed to stop digging information up. My baby doll was too headstrong for her own good. She knew of his power, but she couldn't resist the pride before the fall. Woman's been causin' trouble ever since the world began. Then big boss man took notice, and he.. he had me... kill her." Alan brings his hands back to his face.

Jack stands bewildered as he rubs his chin. In the doorway Sean rests extremely concerned, "How did he have you kill her?"

Alan removes his hands, "He has this firearm that, I'm not sure how, but it allows him to control another man's mind; emotions; whatever he wants. He calls it the Ad-Mez, short for advanced mesmerizer or somethin'." He begins to calm down and get control of himself.

Jack recognizes the name, "Wait a sec, does he have a version of the mesmerizer hooked up to the microphone?"

Alan is surprised by the brother's recognition, "Yes, but that is a version that sways the emotion of the dancers. I do not understand his intention, but he has malicious ways."

Sean shakes his head in worry. "Who this big boss man?"

"His name is Anton Castle, and he is the most powerful man I've had the distaste of knowin'. There ain't a shred of good in his body. He's been orderin' me since this early mornin'."

Jack crosses his arms in confusion, "Why doesn't Castle just tell you to forget about it?"

Alan looks to Jack, "I already told you, 'cause there isn't an ounce of good in his body. He may look like a trillion caps, but inside he's a hunka trash. He's most certainly the devil in disguise." Alan looks down as he puts a hand to his sweaty brow.

Sean steps across the hall and pulls a chair into the room. He sits with his elbows on the back of the chair. Jack does the same with the chair behind him.

"Alan, how was you life before this resort from hell?" Sean sits attentively as he waits.

Alan looks up, "My journey began as a boy in the ghetto, 'bout 14 years ago. Freeside i think it's called now. He was a young man at the time, but he took me under his wing. He founded The King's School of Impersonation. At the time I was twelve. He showed me how to be a new man, a King. I relished everything he taught me. I went on to become a top student of his. He told me that if he ever had to pick an heir I'd be one of his obvious choices. Once I graduated, The King titled me the name "Memphis Flash," sayin' Alan wasn't gonna get me a gig anywhere. I decided I'd look for a place to use these talents he bestowed unto me. Found this place and... Priscilla... This was about four years ago. We grew to know each other; live with each other; and love each other. We were engaged to be married... Then this morning arrived. It was the early mornin' hours. Sun hadn't even risen yet. That moon everyone sees is just a hologram set by him. It can be noon and all you'll see if you look outside is that moonshine. Anyways, he tells me to get up and grab some clothes. So I grabbed this suit, and went on down stairs with him.

Priscilla was waitin' for us in that hideaway. Beautiful as ever, she held a switchblade in her hand. Castle tells her with the Ad-Mez, 'Give the blade to Memphis.' She did, as I was cryin' inside. While under his control, what we really feel is locked away, and replaced by complete obedience. He tells her, 'Go into the bathroom and get into the tub, Memphis, follow her into the room.' We do as controlled, in the bathroom he tells us what he's doing. 'You, Priscilla, have been a naughty girl. I can't have that. You see, I run a very tight ship and if one person decides upon mutiny then we are all going to sink. I'm the captain of The Broken Heart, and you are my wench who's cutting at the ropes. Trying to be a hero are you? You are about to find out how I feel about heroes. I hope God takes in ladies of the evening, because he is about to get another.' Next he tells me, 'Memphis, take the knife and slit her throat, and don't be nice about it.' So I did... I hope God can forgive me, 'cause I don't know if I will ever be able to forgive myself."

Jack sits with wonder, confusion, sadness, "What happened next?"

Alan wipes away a tear rolling down his face, "He told me to put the knife in her hand, so I did. I'm told to clean myself up with the sink. I also need to get the blood off me and any that get on the counter or in any part of the room the isn't the bathroom. Not a trace of blood is to leave that space. After I cleaned all that up he told me to get dressed and go do the show like nothing had happened. Once done with that I was to return here and sulk all I want."

Sean looks to his brother who acknowledges him. The red head steps out, Jack follows. Outside the room Sean whispers, "I think we need to take down this Castle, you in?"

Jack looks to his right and sees the name plate dubbed Priscilla. " We have to shut this guy down. No man should have this kind of control over another human being."

As they stand there they hear a whisper in the hall. It's a whisper they hear down the hall and around the floor, as well as if it were right next to them. The word heard whispered is , "Yesssssss..."

The two brothers look around but all they see is the fizzle of the walls, both are stupefied. They file back into the room. Jack takes a seat, "Did you hear that Alan?"

"No, but Castle has complete control over this hotel. As you've already noticed, even the employees."

"Alan, Jack and I are going to storm Castle, you dig?"

The entertainer looks up and nods, "I'll go with you, give him a piece of my mind. I'll lead the way, stay close." Alan fixes his suit and readies himself. He takes the 4"x3" picture and places it in the inside pocket of his jacket. The trio set off to blitz Castle.

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If there is any questions or confusion just ask. Till next time, stay classy.

WC Episode 6

Lookin' for trouble...

The three men head out of Priscilla's room. Alan walks over to his room, "I need to get somethin'." The brothers follow him. He goes over to his desk and pulls one of two guitar cases from underneath. He pops the locks and the leather case creaks open.

Inside gleams an Ebony King of Rock and Roll J-200 Super Jumbo Acoustic Guitar. Alan pulls the instrument out, "This might look like a guitar brothers, but under this sleek ebony exterior is a Tommy gun." He holds it with the strings facing them. On the pick guard is a white crown. The two see white crowns as each of the positioning markers on the fret board. A solitary white crown lies in between the tuners on the head. In the sound hole they see a Tommy gun uniquely and precisely built inside. "May look pretty, but it's a pain to clean and fix." At the tip of the head they see a barrel. "This weapon is uniquely crafted to where I pluck a string it fires."

The Westons stare wide eyed at the weapon. Sean reaches out to touch it, "I've never seen anything like it, whoah..."

Alan grins at this, "Yeap, now don't t touch, was a gift from The King himself. I have used it on my journeys." He loosens the strap and throws it over his back. "Let's go," he walks out of the room and is followed by the brothers. They walk straight down the hall. As they walk Alan addresses the two of them, "Brothers, I apologize for my statement awhile back. I understand that parents bein' pounded like that isn't really somethin' you get over."

Sean is surprised by this apology, "Oh, well, Alan I'm not upset with you. I realize you just lost your fiancé and with you keeping your composure with us as you are right now, that shows a lot about you."

"Yes, I agree with my brother. Your going through a lot and how your not breaking down right now shows how strong you are."

"Thank ya brothers. This is the elevator to his room."

Alan presses the call button and at that moment a woman's voice speaks, "Your name and your reason for seeing Mr. Castle."

Alan leans in toward the two way radio, "Memphis Flash, to talk to Mr. Castle." A bing resonates overhead as the doors part. The men step into the metal box. The doors close and the elevator music begins.

As the elevate rises Alan lowers his head and drifts off to his last night with Priscilla.

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Alan steps in to the hideaway. Priscilla grabs him by the tie and jerks him to her, "Come here Pelvis..."

Alan and Priscilla begin to dance to the southern voice of Memphis Flash in the hideaway. The "Pelvis" tells his fiancé, "Take it easy baby I've worked all day day and my feet feel just like two bars of lead. You have my shirt tails flyin' all over the place and the sweat poppin' offa my head."

The seductress looks up into his eyes with unadvlterated desire, "Hey Bossa Nova baby keep on workin' this ain't no time to quit. Keep on dancin' baby. I'm about to have myself a fit." She twirls away and when their arms reach full length she twirls back into his arms with a quick recoil.

He looks into her eyes pleading, "Hey little momma let's sit down have a drink and deck the bed."

She looks up with a smile, "Drink you fink you fiddly dink I can dance with a drink in my hand. Hey Bossa Nova baby keep on dancin' I ain't got time to think."

They continue to dance for a few minutes. Alan then playfully brings her down the bed, "Baby, why are you still given Castle trouble?"

She sits up on her right elbow, "Because he's a brute that doesn't know the meaning of stop. Don't worry 'bout me dear, I know what I'm doin'." She smiles at him and her green eyes pierce his navy blues. Her midnight black hair slides against the exposed skin of his forearm.

He takes her white hand into his, "Suga', he's a powerful man, I just don't want to see that pride of yours get the best of ya." Alan strokes her hair back behind her ears to get it our of her eyes.

"Oh, my Bossa Nova, everything will be alright baby." She kisses him-
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"Welcome to the Executive Suite." *Bing* The doors part and the trio is greeted by a mundane grey hall of steel. Their view resembles a vault hallway. Alan steps into the passage and is followed by both brothers.

The hipsters march forward. Sean looks down ok the floor and sees the ports where the fizzle would arise. Above these built into the walls are round speakers. Jack looks to his left and sees the same things, "This is advanced, but it is not impossible."

Alan reaches the door, "Alright cats, this wet rag is unreal. I want to warn you, he's unlike any man you've ever laid eyes on." The two brothers stand attentive as Alan opens the vault door.

The door opens and the men see the beast of a man under a solitary floodlight. This barbarian stands at six foot five, two hundred and ninety pounds. His chest is a bulging fifty nine inches. The rest of him just adds to it with a neck at twenty one inches; arms at twenty four inches; thighs at twenty nine and a half inches; a waist at thirty five inches; and calves at twenty seven inches. The threads just add to it. He wears a white six gold button suit jacket; a matching six button vest; beneath that a light blue dress shirt with a crimson red and black paisley tie; below this white dress pants; and black gloss shoes. His legs are spread with his hands resting on a white tourist lucite cane with white stripes infused trough the shaft and handle. He has snow white blasted back hair down to his neck.

The brothers behind Alan pale in comparison. Sean stands at six feet and two inches weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds. His arms are twenty inches around; calves at twenty four inches; nineteen inches around the neck; thighs at twenty eight inches; waist at thirty one inches; and his chest at fifty inches. He has bulked up over the last three years since he lost his master; mentor; and friend.

Jack stands taller at six foot four, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds. His arms are nineteen inches; calves at nineteen inches; neck at eighteen inches; thighs at twenty six inches; waist at thirty inches; and chest at forty five inches. When his brother saw him for the first time in ten years, he could not believe his eyes.

Alan steps into the darkness of his boss man's quarters. Castle welcomes him with a smooth masculine voice, "Welcome Memphis, what brings you to these parts at this time of day?"

Alan's face shows scorn, "Lookin' for trouble."

"Oh my, hahaha, Westons do you hear that, he is looking for trouble. Well Memphis you do realize how much larger I am compared to you?"

Alan retorts at his six foot two height, "You ain't big, you just tall, that's all!"

Castle laughs at this, "Hahaha, ooooh my, your a barrel full of laughs today Memphis. So what will it be then? A duel? A shoot off? Your choice really, I just want you to know you will be responsible for two deaths today. Your's, and P-"

"Don't you dare speak her name. We were 'bout to get circled, and, and you have me... Get bent Castle!"

Castle shakes his head, "Brothers, I apologize that you have to see my employee as frosted as he is at the moment. Tell you what, you split and I will spare the both of you."

Sean looks to his brother. Jack looks over to his sibling in kind. The two step forward from behind Alan and join him at his side. Jack declines, "Castle, you should know we got tight with Alan. Shoot, you can hear everything that goes on in this hotel hell."

Castle smirks, "I'll have you know I did not put these two way radios in the rooms. I'm evil, but I'm no pervert. Now that you have chosen to stand with Memphis in his revolution, you leave me no choice but to pound you into your coffins along with him." He leaves his cane standing perfectly still and removes his jacket. He throws it into the darkness. The sound of it hitting the floor is not heard, instead it hits a chair. "Combat setting!" At Castle's command, small dim lights break trough the darkness, and fight tunes begins to play. Some of the room is shown, and the men see an extremely large room, resembling the size of a pre-war drive in movie theatre. Castle rolls up his sleeves, "Prepare yourselves, boys."

The two brothers lose their suit jackets. Sean shows a white dress shirt with black suspenders. He begins to roll up his white sleeves. Jack shows a black shirt with white suspenders, he begins to roll his black sleeves. Sean pulls Redemption from his satchel. His brother pulls out an old ka-bar. Sean looks over, "Damn, is that Dad's ol' ka-bar?"

Jack looks over, "Yeah, got it before I left home all those years ago. Repaired and used it since."

A smile that digs into the past arises on Sean's face. Alan looks to his left and then his right, "Cats, this is not the best time for rememberin' the past. See," He whips his guitar around himself and holds it like the Tommy gun it is, "We got a despot to take down."

Castle is taken aback, "Why don't you just talk about me like I'm not standing right here. You gonna play me some music while your at it to? Hahaha!" He then sees an odd circle that resembles a barrel, and his eyes become wide.

Castle listens carefully past the music. He hears the movement in Memphis's wrist as the bones move up and down. An echo of the rounds entering the chamber rolls through the air and passes his ear drum. At this moment Anton Castle drops to his right knee. With weapon in right hand he swiftly spins the cane like the blade on a vertibird. Bullets fly through the air and ricochet off the cane. The lead flies away and sparks fly off the metal in the darkness.

Smoke rises from the barrel, and notes float through the air like lilies on the pond. Alan lowers his weapon, "Aww shucks, that was my last round."

The siblings look over at the entertainer in disbelief. Sean rolls his eyes, "You mean to tell us you only brought a clip to take him down?!"

Alan defends himself, "Well I didn't expect motorcane to show up outa the outa the blue!"

Castle stands with an evil grin, "I was able to do that thanks to the wonderful skill of Doctor Usanagi. She implanted me with all her bells and whistles. I was already at perfect peak condition, but she made me even stronger. Metaphorically speaking I was Mount Everest, and she turned me into Olympus Mons! With compensation of course. I left pleased, and her in ecstasy. She couldn't leave though, all that moral fiber she has, which by the way, is very thick. Afterwards I [censored] and pillaged the local denizens of New Vegas. Mainly pillaged, but you get the gist. I renovated all this before that though. The moon you saw when you entered, yes, Memphis is right, just a hologram. All the walls are as well; doorways; elevators. Jack you were right. The microphone is a version of the mesmerizer. Ad-Mez as you already know, but it's pistol size, not that bulky original you saw in pictures. I may be a young thirty years of age, but I'd give that old geezer House a run for his lots and lots of money. Can we tango now?"

Sean smirks, "We were ready, heh, you were monologuing [censored]."

Castle goes red with rage his white face, "Your filthy parents wouldn't have been that rude." At this retort Sean and Jack each war cry while they charge at the man beast.

Sean raises his blade, and strikes, but is blocked. "How dare you call them filthy. You don't deserve to speak of them." Jack swings his ka-bar low but is met by the lucite cane.

Castle holds the both of them there, "This is pathetic, I thought you two would atleast be able to over power me." He pushes them off and recoils back. Castle swipes at Sean, and meets Redemption. Anton knocks the older brother away. He pulls the cane back, launches it up and grabs it by the tip. He swings the handle towards Jack's right ankle and takes it out from beneath him. Jack hits the deck. Boss man assaults the elder sibling. The Fire Warrior continues to back up and parry.

While the siblings are combatting the evil employer, Alan is dashing to the end of the room. He reaches the computer terminal. A vast computer screen awakens to life as he pushes the space bar. "How do I shut this damn system down?" He begins to push buttons at random, nothing happens. Alan starts to lose hope, but remembers the guitar on his back. Memphis takes the guitar off his back. "Ah crap, please forgive me King. I ain't the best at computers as you probably recall." He hops onto the massive keyboard and swings. Computer keys; gun parts; glass; smoke; and waxed ebony wood zip trough the air.

Not a bead of sweat rests on the head of the hotel owner, however, Sean and Jack are soaked in their own sweat. A woman's voice interrupts the fighting, "All two way radios; built in mesmetrons; and master controls have been eradicated. Have a good day at Broken Heart Hotel!" Small pops and tiny bangs resonate throughout the room. The fight music electronically wheezes to a stop.

"NOO!" Castle explodes with fury and pushes the two brothers feet away away from himself. He pulls a a stealthboy from his pocket and places it on his wrist. The hotel owner disappears as the brothers pick themselves up on the deck.

Alan hops off the terminal as the brothers run up to meet him. Sean congratulates him, "You did it cat, smart thinking." The brothers stand before Alan and catch their breath.

"Thanks, it's a shame though, lost a gift, and a woman, in the process." Alan picks up a splinter of wood off the deck. This splinter is what remains of the pick guard, the white crown glimmers in the dim light.

Jack pats Alan on the shoulder, "So what you gonna do Alan?"

The entertainer let's out a sigh, "Well, lookin' like this place needs a new top cat, looks like I'll be runnin' things." He pulls a cigar out of his jacket along with a cutter and matchbook. He cuts, then lights the cigar and let's out a puff.

The brothers smile at this action and laugh a little. Alan let's out another puff, "I'll be givin' Priscilla a proper burial, if y'all are interested you can attend."

Jack scratches the back of his head, "Thank you Alan, but we respectfully decline. We didn't know Priscilla personally, and we best be going anyway."

Alan nods, "I gotcha. Hey, if you gents ever need a place to crash you come by Broken Heart Hotel any time you need."

"Thank you Alan, and we will. See ya later alligator." Sean and Jack give Alan small two finger salutes as they depart.

Alan waves goodbye, "After while crocodiles."

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Outside the brothers stand and watch the sunset. The wind howls and the sands roll. Jack looks over to Sean, "Good day, you think?"

Sean nods, "Yes, but we found our enemy as well. Jack, we have to find Castle and shut him down."

Jack winces at this, he still feels the bruises from the previous battle, "I know."

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Miles away the sand covers freshly stepped tracks. The black shadow of a giant man points away from New Vegas, his transformed playground.