Fallout of Grace: New Vegas, Eva Bree's journey through the Mojave Wasteland Options

[Diamandis]

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...

[Diamandis]

2. The Powder Snuff Girls

Part Two

“Stop! Who are you? What do you want?” A man yelled at me as I entered the battered old gas station up behind the Saloon.

He held a rifle to me, a hint of panic etched onto his face. He seemed too cowardly to actually shoot me; he would have done it already.

“Calm down Ringo, I’m not here to fight. You are Ringo, right?” I asked.

Ringo examined me, “Yeah… who are you?”

“I’m Eva. I heard about your little run in with the Powder Gangers. I’m here to help,” I said, but Ringo continued to look at me with an unsure look, so I looked directly into his eyes, “Seriously.” I smiled gently, hoping to assure him, and it worked.

Ringo slowly lowered his gun, “Sorry about that, you just caught me off guard. The Powder Gangers attacked my caravan not long ago, so I’ve been hiding out here. Not used to company.”

“That’s okay. Besides, if you’d shot me I’ve already been shot in the head this week so I’m used to it.” I said, but Ringo wasn’t in the mood for quirky humour, “So… a guy called Cobb has come into town. It seems he’s figured out you’re hiding here.”

Ringo nodded, “I know. I saw him leave the saloon from the window, though I wasn’t sure it was him. I ain’t too scared, though. If he comes up I’ll just get him from the window. He won’t wanna mess with me.”

“… Yeah, okay,” I muttered, remembering how frightened he was toward me not two minutes before,

“Anyway, Cobb has threatened to practically burn the town to the ground if we don’t hand you over; and I’m not gunna let that happen.”

“So what do we do?” Ringo asked me.

“Some of the townsfolk want to hand you over in exchange for Goodsprings safety…” I explained, met with a worried expression on Ringo’s face, “But, again, I’m not gunna let that happen.”

“So what do you suggest we do?” Ringo asked.

“What we need to do is get you out of hiding, then wait for the Powder Gangers to arrive. If we can’t come to some sort of arrangement so they don’t want you anymore, we’ll have no other choice but to fight the sons of bitches.” I explained.

It was a good plan, one of the better ones I’d had: using my impressive skills of persuasion to try and convince the Powder Gangers that Ringo wasn't worth it.

However, before I could even think about putting the plan into action, the door to the gas station swung open to reveal Sunny charging inside.

“Eva, they’re here.” She said, out of breath. She’d obviously run here.

“Already?” I said.

Sunny nodded, “Seems the Powder Gangers weren’t bluffing; nor were they patient,” Sunny took her rifle and started to reload it, “They came here shooting up the place. There are at least a dozen of them. We gotta fight. Now.”

“Wait, is everyone okay? Trudy?” I asked frantically, not sure how to react. I was unprepared for this.

“Everyone’s fine. They ran inside as soon as they heard the gunshots.” Sunny told us.

I sighed, then looked at Ringo, “So… are you gunna help us out? Or am I gunna have to go against my better nature and throw you to the wolves?”

Ringo looked at me, uncertainty in his eyes, and then gave me a nod, “You can count on me.”

*

“COBB!” I shouted as Sunny, Ringo and I walked with our weapons in hand toward the front of the Saloon. A small army of Powder Gangers were stood, guns raised, blocking the road out of town. Not only that, but there were others dotted around the landscape; leaving unseen escape almost impossible.

They didn’t look that intimidating; the majority of them were wearing nothing but trousers, shoes and cowboy hats; not exactly bulletproof.

“Give Ringo to us and we’ll leave!” Cobb replied, although I wasn’t sure where he was. He must have been hiding somewhere out of sight.

“You see, I don’t think that’s gunna happen; so hear me out.” I said. The Powder Gangers continued to aim their guns at me, “You don’t want Ringo. He’s not worth it. Sure he might have a few caps on him, but you can do better than that…”

“What are you suggesting?” Cobb asked.

“Simple; you leave town and forget about Ringo; or things get ugly.” I offered. “And you really don’t wanna get on my bad side. I’m a hair puller.”

However, things did not go to plan. Before Cobb even thought about negotiating with me, he ordered the kill.

Suddenly the Powder Gangers began shooting at us.

“FALL BACK!” Sunny ordered.

Ringo, Sunny and I ran toward the General Store, sheltering ourselves from the bullets behind a burnt out car.

The shooting suddenly stopped; but probably not for long. I has to think of something fast, or we were all dead.

“Well that didn't go as planned…” I said.

“What are we going to do now?” Ringo panicked.

“We’re outnumbered; maybe even outmatched.” Sunny interjected.

I thought for a second, wondering and thinking the same thing. I decided to do the only thing I knew. Deceptive plotting.

“Follow my lead…”

I raised my arms in a sign of surrender as I stood from behind the car. I spotted Cobb, who had spotted me.

“Come over to us slowly and keep your gun in the air…” Cobb said, so I did, gently followed by Sunny and Ringo.

“Are you really giving yourself up to them?” Sunny whispered to me.

“Give me a minute…” I said. “Trust me.”

I know what I’m doing…

This post has been edited by Eva: Feb 6 2013, 08:07 PM