Hello all!

I'm Eva and I'd like to share with you my story based on Fallout: New Vegas.

The story follows Eva Bree, a courier who found her self being almost mortally wounded for reasons she is unsure of.

Her story starts after waking up from her ordeal in the town of Goodsprings after being rescued from near death.

First, I shall tell you a little bit about Eva.

Eva is originally the protagonist of my original Fallout 3 fanfic (which I will post as a prequel as soon as I find it as I lost the portable hard drive it was on! Oops). After the events in Fallout 3 she decided to travel the wasteland, eventually getting a job as a courier as she tried to live as normal a life as possible. Unfortunately, this was not meant to be...

I woke up; or at least started to. The air was dank and humid. I could hear a ceiling fan spinning miserably as my eyes began to regain focus.

My head was killing me. The pain was almost unbearable; but it was certainly not the worst I’d ever felt.

Flashes of my previous conscious state were blurry. I could remember that I had been grabbed by a couple of men; not gently I might add. Next thing I knew I was tied up atop a hill with a man in a checkered suit stood before me. I couldn't hear him clearly, but he mumbled something about a package. Next thing I knew I was shot.

I didn't even have a chance to beg for my life as the man in the suit put a bullet through my brain.

How I was still alive I wasn't sure; I thought that maybe it was all a dream. If I was lucky maybe my whole life was a dream and I was still in the Vault with Amata and my Father. Ha, I wish.

I slowly put my hand to my head as I struggled to completely open my eyes.

“Ahh, you’re awake…” said the voice of a man. “Can you sit up?”

I slowly turned my head to my left, seeing an elderly looking man sat next to me. I realized that I was on a bed, in a house. At least that’s some good news…

“… I can try…” I groggily replied as I successfully attempted to sit up as slowly as possible. “What happened?”

“You almost died; thank goodness Victor found you in time for me to patch you up. Not a lot of people manage to survive a gunshot to the head.” The man smiled. “I’m Doc Mitchell. What’s your name?”

“… Eva.” I told him, slowly feeling the strength in my body regain itself.

“Well, Eva, you've been out of it for a couple of days now. I wasn't sure you’d make it.” Doc Mitchell said with a gentle tone.

I smiled weakly, “I’m as hard as steel, me. Takes more than lead to the head to make me dead.”

Doc Mitchell chuckled, “Well at least we know that you’re feeling better if you’re making jokes.”

I faintly laughed along and then took a brief look at my surroundings, “Where am I?”

“Goodsprings. Victor pulled you out of a grave by the water tower, here.” Doc Mitchell said.

“Good… at least I know where I am.” I said, gently hopping off the bed. I immediately felt dizzy as I crippled onto the floor. “Whoa…”

Doc Mitchell shot off his chair and helped me back onto my feet. “What are you doing? You need to take it easy; at least for a couple of hours…”

I thought about protesting as I looked into the gentle doctors eyes. I needed to get out of there. I hated feeling useless, not to mention trapped. I had to get my freedom back.

“Sorry but there are things I have to do…” I informed him. I wasn't sure if what I said was true, but I knew I had to get out of there. I was starting to feel anxious.

“… at least give me a moment to check your vitals?” He asked.

Again, I thought about protesting, but instead I decided to oblige.

The next few minutes were spent with Doc Mitchell performing minor medical checks on me, as well as a few psychological tests to make sure my noggin was in tip top condition.

When he was certain I was feeling healthier He walked me to the front door of his house. He’d given me an old Vault 21 suit to wear. Apparently it belonged to his wife; luckily she was my size.

“Here,” He started, picking up a bag settled beside the door, “Here is everything you had on you when Victor found you.”

I took and opened the bag, finding my 9mm pistol, some water and my notebook.

“I hope you don’t mind but I had a look through your notebook.” Doc Mitchell brazenly admitted

I raised an eyebrow, “… why?”

“I was hoping to find some information on a next of kin, but all I found was your latest entry. Something about a platinum chip you were sent to deliver… although no such package was found on you.”

Package? Wow I’d completely forgotten. Then I realized something, if the package wasn't on me… maybe that’s what the man who shot me was after?

“Before you leave I suggest you go and see Sunny Smiles in the Saloon. I've arranged for her to test your depth perception. You should really check to see if you can use a gun efficiently.” He suggested.

“Right, thanks. Don’t wanna get shot in the head again.” I joked.

I gave him a look of gratitude and we exchanged a nod. I slowly brushed past him as I reached for the door knob. However, before opening the door I slowly turned and looked at the Doc.

“Thank you… for patching me up and everything.” I smiled.

“Not a problem; it’s what I’m here for.” He replied, before folding his arms, “So… what are you going to do now.”

A few minutes ago I would have had to answer that question with an oblivious shrug. I would have most likely would have given up the courier gig and gone back to Megaton. The random shooting would have unnerved me enough to give up and go home.

But now I knew, or had a general Idea of the reason for my shooting. Instead of just being robbed for what I had, I got shot. It was rude, unnecessary… but also pivotal to my next move.

I knew what I would do. “I’m going to find the man who attacked me and put a bullet through his brain. See how he likes it.”

This post has been edited by Eva: Jan 31 2013, 10:35 AM

Eva was fortunate enough to survive a bullet through the brain? Lucky girl, hopefully she doesn't have any brain damage. You're quite a talented writer, and I'm looking forward to the next chapter. Great Job I remember this part of the game. The first thing I did was make an attempt to get to new Vegas, and a deathclaw killed me

If I remember correctly, that was exactly my attitude when starting out in Fallout: New Vegas. Though, admittedly, with the addendum of 'And get that sweet, sweet suit for myself.'

This is a great start, so far, and I'm looking forward to seeing where this goes; New Vegas is one of my favourite games, and I always love reading a good story set in the Mojave Wastelands. I'm loving the mixing up of game dialogue and your own stuff, by the way; I always find it a tad boring to read word-for-word rewrites of game dialogue, and it was a nice way to spice things up a little.

Got to agree with both Eva and Mustard on this, that is exactly how I felt too - but loved the way Eva phrased it, lol.

Awesome write, and Welcome to the Forums!

You move us right along, giving Eva a voice and a presence that promise good things. She is tough- obviously (bullet in the head); funny; and somewhat mysterious.

And I love the idea that her life was a bit random until the man in the checked suit gave her a purpose.

Look forward to more.

Joining the club of "People who agree with Mustard" here, I also like the way you mix the in-game dialogue with your own...Nice one!!...

Love the starting, I'm sure I'll love the following on stuff too!!...

Nice one!!...

*Applauds heartily*...

Well, it's an excellent club. It has me in it, for a start. And a rather snazzy jacket that comes with membership.

Thanks guys for your comments! Was kinda nervous about putting the story up, but I'm glad I did now.

I know I've only just started, but I probably won't update on here for a while. I'm working on my first Oblivion fanfic after being inspired by some of the stories on here (I do read them, I just rarely have time to comment )

I'll probably update this and my future Oblivion fanfic simultaneously once a week, but I will keep you updated

An Oblivion fanfic? WOO HOO!

Okay, I'm back and I'm now ready to start some serious posting! My oblivion fic is still in the works, but this one is truly my passion Thank you all for your comments so far!!

Here is a picture of Eva i thought I'd show you all. Sorry for the quality; T.V. snap. SCREENIE

As this is primarily an Elder Scrolls forum I imagine some people might not be familiar with Fallout's areas/characters. I've put a link to a character picture and a screenshot of a location in a link on their name. Obviously you don't have to look at them, but I thought why not

This post has been edited by Eva: Jan 31 2013, 10:50 AM

2. Sunny with a chance of Bullets

The sun blared toward my fragile eyes as I walked out of the Doc's house and looked out at Goodsprings. As the fuzzyness eased I saw the familar sight of desert as far as my eyes could see. It was still pretty breath taking, even though I'd seen it all before.

The sun's heat warmed my skin as I walked from the Doc's house to the Saloon where he said Sunny Smiles would be.

I hoped she had some decent weapons on her; preferably a pistol, which would be handy as long as my aiming abilities hadn't gone all sucky due to my bullet wound. My ability to hit any target between the eyes from at least a one hundred yard radius was the only thing that had kept me alive all these years. I just hoped that hadn't been jeopardized.

As I continued walking I took a brief look around, thinking about how the Mojave Wasteland was so much different from the wasteland I was used to back home. For one thing it was a lot greener, and there were birds flying about. I'd heard that the Mojave wasn't as affected by the war as the rest of America, and although the place was still pretty banged up I could see that that was most likely true.

I reached the Saloon, passing a general store that I reminded myself to check out later. I entered the saloon, being met instantly by the cheery welcome of the barkeep.

"Welcome! Welcome! I'm Trudy. We don't get many visitors around these parts very much, are you a traveller?"

I headed to the bar, quickly glancing at the well-kept saloon as I sat down.

"No," I said to the Trudy, "I got shot in the head. Doc Mitchell fixed me up." I bluntly informed her.

"Oh, of course how silly of me," She said, putting her hands on her hips, "I'm glad he managed to nurse you to health. I heard it was touch and go for a while-"

I really wasn't in the mood for small talk, "Actually I'm here for a reason so if you don't mind I'd rather just wait for who I need to see." I then noticed an insulted expression on Trudy's face, "Sorry... I'm just a bit anxious. I think it's just my brain getting used to being healthy again."

Trudy the smiled warmly and nodded, "Of course. Well you're better now and that's all that's important." She said, before she gave me a compassionate look, "Who is it you're waiting for?"

"Sunny? Sunny Smiles?" I replied. However, before Trudy could say anything I heard a voice appear from the Saloon's entrance.

"Here."

I turned to see a young woman approach me. She wore leather armour and carried a rifle... she looked pretty tough. With her she had a dog, a German Shepard. The dog looked at Sunny with such love and adoration. Kinda made me miss my dog back home.

"I'm Eva..., Eva Bree? The Courier?" I noticed a blank expression on Sunny's face, "You know..." I then mimed a gun with my finger, pointed it to my head and imitated it firing into my brain.

Sunny suddenly realised, "Oh yeah, of course. The Doc wants me to test you perceptive skills with a firearm to see if there's any damage after the accident."

"Super." I said, attempting to sound enthusiastic but ultimately sounding bored.

"Behind the Saloon." Sunny smiled, and then walked past me and toward the Saloon's backdoor. I assumed she wanted me to follow her, so I hopped off my bar stool, smiled sheepishly at Trudy, and then followed Sunny outside.



Sunny and I stood behind the Saloon, stood at least twenty yards away from a wooden fence that had glass bottles rested upon it.

Sunny had given me a Varmint rifle. I wasn't much of a two handed gun user so the pistol I already had did me just fine.

I ducked to get a more precise aim as I focused on one of the bottles. I concentrated deeply, blocking out everything around me as my eyes grew attached to my target.

I fired the pistol, hitting the bottle on my first try. I did the same to four other bottles, all successful shots straight through the middle.

I gave myself a smug little smile, and then looked at Sunny.

"It looks like your accident didn't affect your perception at all. I'm impressed." Sunny chuckled.

I shrugged modestly, "Meh, what can I say. Why learn to bake a cake when you can shoot a radroach from fifty yards away."

Sunny laughed, "Great minds think alike, it seems." She then grabbed her varmint rifle from the floor and took aim at another bottle on the fence. "So where did you learn to shoot like that?" She asked, firing her rifle and hitting the bottle.

"Before I got a job at the Mojave Express I travelled a lot. I used to live in a Vault and one day I left. I kinda had to learn to fend for myself."

"Why'd ya leave?" Sunny asked.

"My dad left the Vault and I went to look for him... it's a long story. Very boring. Yawn." I said, reloading my pistol and putting it in my holster.

"Did you find him?" Sunny pried.

I gave her a look to suggest I didn't want to talk about it, so she let it go. The truth was I didn't like talking about my dad that much anymore. Yeah, he did an amazing thing and I should be proud to say I’m his daughter, and I was; but if he didn't leave the vault I we would probably be safe there now. I know it wasn't as simple as him just leaving but... still...

"So, Eva... seeing as you're pretty handy with that gun, how about accompanying me on my patrol? Gotta go on a gecko hunt." Sunny asked with a hopeful look in her eyes.

With such politeness in her pitch, how could I refuse?



Sunny and I travelled to the far edge of Goodsprings toward the cliffs. We had our weapons in hand as we hunted mutated Geckos. Apparently the Geckos had appeared near one of the town’s water valves, which ultimately made it dangerous for anybody wanting a drink from there.

"Do you do this every day?" I asked Sunny as we walked to the first water valve.

"Have to. The Geckos are pretty formidable; they don't learn. Always come back." Sunny replied.

I sighed, "Jheeze, sounds like boring way to pass the time. I'd shoot my own head if I had to do this every day."

Sunny gave me a confused look, "Why do you say that?"

I thought about my point for a second, "I don't know... I guess I just don't like repetition. I guess since I left the vault I became one of those people who needs to do something new every day. I don't think I'll ever settle into any kind of normal routine; not any time soon anyway. I'm too..."

"Rambunctious?" Sunny suggested.

I laughed, "Among other things."

Sunny laughed with me, "No, you see I like my routine. It might be easy and it might not be thrilling, but what I do for the town is important, and that's its own reward."

I looked at the pride on Sunny's face as she spoke and wondered if I’d ever get that look again. Ever since I helped dad complete his mission four years ago I hadn't really achieved anything else. I travelled around the wasteland for years before getting my job as a courier, and nothing thrilling happened in that time.

"Hold up." Sunny said, stopping in her tracks and ducking down. In the distance I saw a water valve; as well as three geckos dancing around it. "Here we go..." Sunny said, taking aim with her rifle before shooting.

BAM! A clean shot to one of the geckos heads, killing it instantly.

However, after this the two remaining geckos, obviously startled by their suddenly dead friend, began charging toward us.

I took my pistol and took aim at the smaller gecko as it charged for me. From yards away I fired, hitting it in the head. However it didn’t kill the thing straight away, so I capped another bullet in its head, finishing it off. I turned to see that Sunny had also killed the final gecko.

"Well that was fun." I said, reloading my pistol.

"I'm going to check out the water valve. Make sure it's definitely safe." Sunny started, putting her rifle on her back, "I think it's certainly safe to say that you'll be fine if you go into the wasteland alone."

"Awesome. Thanks for the stamp of approval." I joked.

"No problem, just make sure you say goodbye to Trudy before you go, okay? She hates it when visitors don't tell her they're leaving." Sunny ordered before walking toward the water valve, "Again, thanks for the help!"

I did a salute-wave at Sunny to bid her farewell. She was a good girl, obviously skilled at what she does. I wasn't afraid to admit that I would kill to have Sunny accompany me on my mission through the wasteland. It wasn't going to happen, but I could dream.

Maybe traveling through the wasteland alone will be safer. Maybe...

This post has been edited by Eva: Feb 1 2013, 12:47 PM

Excellent story!!...

Definately remember all the places...It's been ages since I played the game though...Nice reminders!...

I loved all that early stuff...Sunny's really hot... ...*Drifts off*...

*Cough*...

Aaaaamywho...



Heh, I know the feeling... ...



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I absolutely loved the dialogue...Really excellent stuff!...

Like I said, I loved this jaunt through the early questy things, looking forward to seeing what comes next...

Nice one!!...

*Applauds heartily*...

Oh, yeah...

Teeny nit, right at the end...



Um, there's a kind of odd first/third person thing going on there...I think...Um...

Excellent stuff though...

I enjoyed the chapter a lot; it was a good fun read, and the dialogue between Sunny and Eva was an absolute joy and we got a nice idea of what Eva's like as a character.

But while you're doing a damn good job at the dialogue and character stuff, I'll be honest, the scene-setting is kind of lacking at the minute. All it really seems to be is Eva saying 'there was a general store' and 'there was a saloon', and the only reason I had any idea what it was like was because I've played New Vegas a few times and have a pretty good idea of how Goodsprings is laid out. But if I didn't, I wouldn't really have any idea what the place looks like, and I know you've got the screenshots but that's kind of...corner cutting, really. The story would benefit from some scene setting, even if it's just stuff like giving a brief description of what Goodsprings looks like in a few sentences. Maybe give a sense of heat by mentioning sweat trickling down the back of Eva's neck, or how bright the sun is by having her shade her eyes and wishing for sunglasses, stuff like that.

Apologies if I look like I'm focussing on the negative a lot here, because I really am enjoying it, but it did kind of stand out rather, probably especially so as the rest of it is really rather good.

You know what? I completely agree. I guess because I always had it in the back of my mind that I would put screenshots for those unfamiliar with the game i didn't really think about it. I'm glad you noticed it, I will put more effort into this in the future

Also, I really appreciate your constructive critisism, and I openly welcome any

This post has been edited by Eva: Feb 1 2013, 07:16 PM

@McBadgere: I'm so happy you're enjoying the dialogue Eva is very fun to write

@Colonel Mustard: Again, thank you for the criticisms before Hope you enjoy this next slice

This post has been edited by Eva: Feb 2 2013, 03:45 PM

2. The Powder Snuff Girls

Part one

“I’ll give you one more chance, lady; tell me where he is!” I heard a man shout as I entered the saloon.

“I’ve told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I heard Trudy reply in an unthreatened tone.

I slowly began to walk toward the bar, casually eavesdropping and I gently trod.

“Fine. I’ve tried being nice, but you’ve given me no choice. Unless you tell me where Ringo is now I’m gunna bring a few of my friends and burn this town to the ground.” The man threatened.

“Well I’ll keep that in mind. Is that all? If you’re not going to buy anything, get out of my bar.” Trudy responded.”

The man scoffed, then turned and ran to the exit, barging past me and shouting ‘watch it’ as he swiftly left the building. I looked after him, wondering what the hell had happened. It wasn’t any of my business, but he threatened the town; so I thought I’d at least ask.

“What was all that about? Is everything okay?” I asked as I walked over to a slightly worried looking Trudy.

Trudy sighed, “Not really. Seems our little town has gotten into a little bit of trouble.”

“How?” I asked.

Trudy smiled, “Don’t worry. It’s nothing you need to worry about.”

I refused her reply, putting my hands on my hips in a subtly demanding nature, “Look, I overheard his threat. He said he was going to burn the town down to the ground? Empty threat or not I want to help, so if I can, let me.”

There was a brief pause as Trudy gave me a look; gratitude in her eyes.

“Okay…” she started, heading behind the bar, “About a week back a trader called Ringo came here looking for shelter. Apparently he got himself attacked; said bad men were after him.”

“Go on…” I said, willing her to continue.

“We figured he was in shock after the attack, so we gave him a place to lie low up in the gas station. Thought he was just paranoid.” Trudy said.

“… and now, what? The paranoid trader turned out to be right? People are after him?” I said.

Trudy nodded. “Yeah. The guy who just left was Joe Cobb, leader of the Powder Gangers; local thugs.” She then let out another sigh, “We don’t want any trouble. We’re only a little town. I just wish Ringo would sneak off in the middle of the night and take those damn Powder Gangers with him.”

I sat on a stool, “Unfortunately I don’t think that’s going to happen; especially if Ringo finds out the guys after him have found him.”

Trudy shrugged, defeated, “What else can we do but hope Cobb was bluffing?”

I thought for a second, hoping to come up with an answer to the problem; but it was rather obvious.

“The way I see it we have two options. We can get Ringo and hand him over to the Powder Gangers or we can fight back.” I suggested. Trudy gave me a look of great concern, “I've dealt with their type before; if they say they’ll do something they’ll do it. Seeing as I don’t wanna send a possibly innocent man to his death, I think the only option is to kick those Powder Gangers asses so hard their grandmothers will feel it.”

Trudy gave a nervous laugh, but before she could reply, Sunny wandered into the Saloon. She looked at me and grinned.

“Still here?” She said, before noticing the expression on Trudy’s face, “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”

“… you know the trader who’s hiding out in the gas station?” Trudy replied. Sunny nodded and Trudy continued, “Turns out he wasn't as paranoid as we thought.”

“What?” Sunny freaked.

I stood up and folded my arms, “There’s a good chance the people after him are on their way. With guns. Maybe fire; But most definitely guns.”

“So what are we going to do? We can’t give the trader to them if that's who they're after…” Sunny said before raising an eyebrow, “Can we?”

“It is a small exchange considering the Powder Gangers could massacre us all?” Trudy tried to rationalize.

Trudy’s point was understandable, but I just couldn't feel comfortable with the thought of sending a possibly innocent man to his death.

I decided to make a deal. “Okay, how about this; I go up and speak to this Ringo guy and see if he’s a good guy or not. If he's not, we talk more about trading him for the town’s safety.”

Sunny looked at Trudy, and both nodded at each other, “Seems reasonable I guess.” Sunny said, “No sense in sending a good man to those thugs.”

“Awesome. Right, I’ll head up to the station, now.” I said.

Before I could take a step toward the Saloons exit, Sunny stopped me.

“You seem very eager to help out a bunch of people you don’t even know?” She said.

I smiled and folded my arms playfully, “Would you rather I wasn't?.”

Sunny smirked at me, and then nodded. I winked at her before heading outside.

Let’s go see whether this Ringo guy is worth protecting…

This post has been edited by Eva: Feb 3 2013, 01:21 PM

Excellent!!... ...

Always love the Powder Ganger fight!!...

Looking forward to seeing how you play this one out...

Nice one!!...

*Applauds heartily*...

I remember this quest with fond memories. I'd love to see how Eva handles things. I remember using lots of explosives.

@McBadgere: The Powder Gang fight is one of my favorite of the early quests!

@King Coin: Thanks for the comment! Haha explosives are good... bit too messy though! ;P