Legionary Megan Lio's Story

War... War never changes...

The bombs had come without mercy, and the nuclear fires had burned their human builders into a scrambling, sorry picture of day-to-day survival. Government had collapsed, Law and Order were only found at the end of a gun, and Justice was burried in the irradiated dirt.

Out in the wilds of the western formerly-united States, no one had bothered to waste their oridnance. Few - if any - bombs impacted here. That didnt spare civilization. What didnt go to hell in the chaos of the fallout was swallowed up by the unforgiving sands of the Mojave Desert, come to reclaim the land with new vigor.

Here's where your sorry asses come in.

You've survived however you've survived; by the luck of the New California Republic, by the grace of Ceasar's Legion, or by the pure gritty determination of the Independant. You may've done some things you're not proud of.. or maybe you're very proud of them. Maybe you're the last hope for Good out here in this shit hole. .. Maybe you're just proud of the fear you bring. Whatever your story was, is, or will be, it starts here, as the dusty sun rises on yet another frying day in the Mojave wastes in the distant shadow of Ceasar's New Vegas.

----

Tam watched them stir, from underneath the red rock that was already in the sun. Like a lizard, she pressed her back against the warming sandstone to ease the night's chill out of her shoulders in preparation for the sun's merciless beating. With her rifle balanced on her folded knees and the comfort of the deep shadow all around her, she could afford a bit of smug, self-satisfied confidence.

Her take'd been small. It had to be. If she was going to milk these suckers for all they were worth before they got wise, she couldnt afford to get greedy. A bite of Cram, a few loose caps they'd been playing Caravan with, a half-empty bottle of water. Oh! And the penny.

Grinning down at its dull shine in her fingers, she turned it over and over between them. Worthless, to anyone else. But it struck her fancy, and its little flashes made her happy. She might just hang onto that. Carefully dropping it into one of the endlessly full pockets in the worn brahmin-leather trench coat, the heat of the rock was beginning to burn through it, reminding her that it would be time to move soon.

Below, they were already breaking camp. A couple of putzes slogging through the worst parts of the Mojave in a way that screamed they werent locals. One of them was in power armor. Oh, man, to get her hands on some of that... she'd be in caps until old age. Right now, though, it just gave her another reason to avoid the hell out of them while they were awake.

She gives them a while longer, until they were mobile; reduced to specks on the trek along the ruined asphalt. It's then that Tam moves, slithering down out of the rocks and into the baking sun. Man, it was a hot one today. How the hell the big one stood to be in that armor, she'd never know. Giggling to herself, she imagines him as a mutated, living can of cooked Scram, sizzling as he mosey'd along.

That thought amuses the scavenger for several more hours as Tam skips from scrub brush to gulley to dune, always out of sight, and grateful for the firepower in front of her that spooks or kills anything wild enough to come take a look.

So far, it was a good day in the Mojave.

". . . . Shit." Said Meagan Standing over a half dead Legionary. She was Shocked.

"Shut up Meg, he's gonna die anyway so lets shoot him and steal his stuff!" Said Yuri

"You think i'm talkin' about this guy? No! He has my old mail! damned Legionaries stealin' shit that ain't theres. . " Meagan then shot the Legionary and took back the mail. Yuri took the Ammo and guns, placing them in a large Rucksack with pockets. After that had a moment to gaze at the Vast, Empty, Un wanted Wasteland. New reno can be seen way out in the Distance. New Vegas right to the side of them. Novac, Goodsprings, Yuri's Broken gun, and other towns or things lay Scattered out in this Rash of a home. Deathclaws, Brahmin, Geckos, Bloat flies, Giant Ants, NCR, Legion, Khan, Powder gangers, Enclave, Super Mutants, Ghouls, RobCo, Settlers, Wasters, and the Dead, Raped, Dying, and alive are here to stay, and That will Never change Life in the Wasteland. Even if one Group leaves, then a new one takes it's place. So, Yuri and Meagan became Merchants, well, Idiot Merchants. But still, they may just live in this Hell.

"Well, Lets go to the Bar." Said Yuri as he started walking. Meagan followed.