The Fox was sniffing at the air; the scent was faint… metal… gunpowder. “Ah… so he returns,” Vulpes whispered under his breath. Sol began dragging his feet up the set of metal stairs. Eyes were blurry, arms went numb. He started wondering how he even managed to stand up straight. Well… to be honest, how he managed to stay in one piece for the last few decades or so was anyone’s guess. He threw the hefty metal glove up the stairs, landing it in front of the Fox Vulpes. “All… empty,” he said as he sat down by the steps, resting his tired knees. “I see,” Vulpes picked up

Fallout NV fanfic: Old Man Courier chpt 46 by S-P-O-D-E, literature

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Fallout NV fanfic: Old Man Courier chpt 46

17th January 2248 Dear Ace, I found your letter in this mailbox, which I thought was incredibly odd. Nobody’s been crazy enough to even think about going around these parts (normal people at least). But then I read your letter and figured that you were anything but normal. The funny thing is that I too have been going through a pretty rough time lately. I too have lost someone important. Someone whom I thought was… different. I looked up to him, he was my hero, my mentor but he’s changed. It all happened so quickly. I could hardly recognize him anymore. And since you have so generously offered me your friendship, who am

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Fallout NV fanfic: Old Man Courier chpt 45

“Get your filthy paws off of me you damn barbaric Neanderthals!” Arcade yelled at the top of his lungs as he was dragged away. They finally made it here, none of them could believe it. The one place that none of them wanted to go to. The one place they thought they would stay as far away as possible. And yet here they were. “Get a move on!” One of the Decanii shouted, “Caesar awaits!” They dragged them all up the hill in ropes and shackles. They had already been stripped of all weapons and potentially dangerous items in their possession. None of them were happy, least of all was Boone. He was absolutely

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Fallout NV fanfic: Old Man Courier chpt 30.5

*** This is a side story that takes place after they left the Strip, on their way to the signal of the Madre. This is not part of the main story, so you can skip if you want.*** Boone was really pissed about the old Ranger. Sol wouldn’t tell them anything on why the hell they were travelling down South. He said that he wasn’t going to Caesar’s Fort and yet they were heading down towards that very direction. Sometimes Boone had trouble figuring out what was going on inside that thick head of his. But Sol managed to distract everybody enough with small talks and Cass’s booze to get them to forget about even asking wher

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Fallout NV fanfic: Old Man Courier chpt 44

34 years ago - 2247, Dry Wells… “A tournament?” Said Solmund, “Huh, interesting.” “Yup,” Oscar said, “do you remember the gold merchant I once told you about? The one they call Edward Sallow.” “Oh, yeah, him. I remember him.” “He’s one of the largest gold traders around these parts. Kinda like the Crimson Caravan but in Arizona. Rumor has it that he’s been going around helping all the tribes around the area, giving them jobs as caravan guards and trading with them, that sort of stuff. I still have no idea why a Follower like him would go around helping tri

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Fallout NV fanfic: Old Man Courier chpt 43

14th January, 2248 Hello… Nice to meet you, how are you doin My name is… well, that’s not really important right now. But you can call me Ace, I don’t really know where the name came from. I guess it may have something to do with my old buddies calling me that whenever we played cards. They called me the “Luckiest son of a Bitch in the Wasteland.” That’s probably why I stopped playing cards… or just betting in general. Anyway, I’ll just leave this letter in this mailbox here, hoping that somebody would care enough to pick it up and actually read it (instead of just using it for campfire).

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Fallout NV fanfic: Old Man Courier chpt 28.5

***This is a little side story that took place before the show they had at the Aces Theater. After Benny left the Strip. This is not part of the main story.*** “AND STAY OUT!” The Gomorrah guard sent Sol flying, driving his shoe straight up his ass, sending him tumbling down the set of stairs. All the while the old man was laughing like a crazed Fiend junkie as he fell down the stairs with two gigantic leather bags in his hands. Boone, Arcade and Cass soon followed him as they were escorted outside by the casino guards. “And don’t you dare come back, ya asshole!” The guard yelled. “Ah HA HA HA HA! Yo

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Fallout NV fanfic: Old Man Courier chpt 42

… Why… tell me why… … I trusted you… why can’t things be the way they were before? … It’s not your fault… just do it… … Don’t worry about me… I’ll see you on the other side… “NOOO!!” Sol sprang up from his bed breathing like a raging sandstorm. His eyes widen like a mad hungry Deathclaw. He was shaking as if his body was stored inside a freezer for a whole afternoon. He quickly glanced around and noticed that he was lying in one of the cots in the bunker. It was dark and sort of hard to see but he recognized the figure by his bed. Arcad

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Fallout NV fanfic: Old Man Courier chpt 41

“Hurry up! We don’t have much time!” Sol yelled, running as fast as he could, “Who knows what kind of crazy traps and torture machines the Old man kept at the bunker.” Sol was charging across the rocky hills near the cliff where Dog dropped them off, rushing faster than a bull to the bunker where he was knocked out cold. Christine and Dean followed him shortly after, both of them wondered how in God’s hell a sixty year old man like Sol was running like that all while suffering from some serious coughing fits. It was absolutely absurd. Solmund charged his way through the valley and then slide down hill to

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