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Fandom Fallout: New Vegas

Damien was at the middle of the the meeting when he heard Hellsing speak loudly on the bottom floor through his security feed. "You know enough, just go and find the chip."


Things were going exceptionally well during the meeting. The Chairmen already pledged their total support for Damien being the head of the Strip, and the White Glove Society agreed to him once Damien informed them of a substantial business dealing that would take effect within the next five years. However, Big Sal and Nero remained quiet throughout the entire meeting. Something was up.


"Big Sal and Nero, you've haven't said a word since we all sat down." Damien responded. There was a long silence between each other, but Damien could notice something between the two. These two were known to be some of the worst people on the Strip, but Damien detected a substantial mistrust between them and the rest of the Strip. He looked at the two and held his hand on his right knee.


"You're hiding something, aren't you" Damien said quietly.


"Caesar asked us to provide a distraction on the Strip. So when he gives the word we're going to launch an all out assault on the Strip. First we're going to blow the Embassy, then we're going to use soldiers to kill every last motherf****r on the Strip. Then we'll run this joint. That'll teach you and Not-at-home what can go on while he sits in his f*****g ivory tower lording down from on high." Big Sal responded. The rest of the table went silent before his suspicions were confirmed.


"What a shame" Damien responded before suddenly taking out his Ranger Sequoia and shot Big Sal right between the eyes within a heartbeat, which took Nero by surprise before two securitrons suddenly lifted him out of his chair and held him in the air, before Damien shot him in the heart as he died quickly. The table was in shock, but it was necessary. Damien looked at his guests.


"Anybody else?" Damien replied before allowing the information to sink in. "No? Good."
 
Hellsing heard the shots and wondered what the hell was going on "Hey who just died up there 2 shots so I'm taking a guess someone wasn't compiling right. It was the gamoriah people wasn't it ahah no one like them anyways they were stupid anyways. But into my matter it would be nice to know a little more information like anything you know about this supposive merchant would be helpful" Hellsing said hoping he could get even the slightest extra information
 
"Alright fine got this then freeside it is then I'm off then later man have fun with that clean up sounded really messy" Hellsing said that with a slight laugh before walking off to freeside "ahh this town filled with no one good but raiders and scammers. Gotta love this town"Hellsing said laughing histarically at the though of it "hmm now if I was a merchant were would I sell wears at hmm" Hellsing though for a little bit before finally coming to the conclusion of "How in the honest hell am I going to find this guy honestly this town is filled with chem junkys and honestly every other person is a merchant what ever I got this anyways" Hellsing said to himself motivationally
 
Murdoch stepped over some dunes, at the edge of his gaze was the rising city of Primm. Rolling his eyes, he ventured over to the bridge that laid to the main part of Primm.


Making his way across it he sighed before entering the building to his left, the Mojave Express.


It was dark inside, and Murdoch noted with only passable interest that the little droid the owners usually kept here was gone.


In its place was a sizeable bag of caps which Murdoch immediately strode over to.


He heard the door open, and turned to see the buyer.


"This thing must be destroyed." Murdoch grumbled


"All in time, but first there are things I must tend to." The buyer said as they held out their hand


Murdoch handed them the Platinum chip and turned to start counting caps.


"How soon till I can stop worrying about it?" Murdoch asked


"Don't worry, first I'm-----------------------------"


As the buyer finished Murdoch paused to rethink something when suddenly something slammed into the back of his head.


Murdoch wobbled in place for a while before slumping to the floor in a pile of caps. The last thing he recognized was the sound of a door opening and closing before he blacked out.
 
Damien was considering heading out into the wastes himself and recovering the chip manually. As much as he believed in the talents of his clients, sometimes if you wanted something done right , especially with something as important as this, you needed to do it yourself.


The rest of the meeting went wonderfully. All of the families enjoyed having Damien as their charismatic boss, and they all agreed to help build a better Strip. With the Omerita's leadership being swiftly replaced by Cachino, Damien was holding the cards pretty well, and he had a very good hand.


Pretty soon, a Securitron stationed near the Strip gate managed to detect the Platinum Chip and transmitted its location through to Damien. Once it was transmitted back to the Lucky 38, Damien smiled in delight as he sent Victor to the small group to be immediately escorted to the Lucky 38. In the meantime, he also transmitted the location of the chip to Cain and Hellsing for good measure.


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(Going to intensify things now)
 
"The Lucky 38? Well, I guess if you say so." He looked toward Tesla, "And you're coming with us too, right Tesla?" Doc wouldn't mind traveling with the Ghoul, most ghouls were very nice, as long as they weren't feral. Doc looked back toward Raina "And why did you even buy that suit? Its not like its going to fit you, though if you got someone to fix it up, I guess you would look pretty snazzy, huh?" He smiled a little as he waited for Raina to lead the way. @Haruhi Suzumiya @Deadkool
 
Tesla began speaking. "Yeah, I thought DC would've been hit pretty hard. Good to know it still exists, even with it's flaws Hm, yeah, It'd be nice to see Vegas again. But, uh we'd need to get a passport. Rumor has it they make em' at Mick and Ralphs. I wouldn't mind taking a stroll through the 38, so long as they have room service. Sounds like an adventure."
 
Hellsing laugh when he got the information and racked a round in his rifle and started moving out towards the targets location "Hmm who do I have to deal with to get the chip maybe it's some chem head maybe I should use my hollow points hmm nah this guy has to be armored if he has this thing sticking with the armor peircing rounds defently" Hellsing debated in his head as he made it out of freeside and back into the waste land he looked around for a little bit "hmm so it's a doctor and a little girl eh hmm probably still shouldn't let them have the advantage is seen some killer women holy crap people are stupid to fall for them" Hellsing laugh as he though about all the people he has seen fall to the beauty of women "Well can't wait" Hellsing swung his rifle into his back and swung out his fire axe "To meet them" Helling laugh out loud about it and carried his fire axe by his legs as he hunted for the people
 
Murdoch grumbled as he tried to pull himself up off the floor, it wasn't easy what with some strange, New pain in his hand.


"Bastard hits like a goddamn train." Murdoch sighed as he moved support onto his left hand instead "Whatever, as long as they're keeping that thing as far out of the Mojave as possible then-"


As soon as that thought sprouted up Murdoch became aware of a small blinking red light, flickering on and off from his wounded right hand.


As the haze cleared Murdoch was actually surprised to see a small red centimeter of electronics embedded into his hand, blinking repeatedly.


The edges that showed had pieces of platinum on the side, as if they'd been torn from-


"Damnit! I helped you get the chip, but there's no way I'm going to be your fucking scapegoat!!!" Murdoch yelled immediately before dropping his duffel bag and whipping out a nail gun.


He unloaded one nail and began stabbing at the transmitter frantically.


"I have business to do, no time putting on a goose chase."


What would be the point of getting rid of the chip if House had him tortured to death first?


Finally, he was able to pry the transmitter out of his flesh and stumble out of the Mojave Express with his caps and duffel bags.


Prick trying to heap the bounty on him, he didn't remember being a scapegoat as part of their deal.


He dropped the transmitter as he leaned against the wall of the Vicki and Vance casino.


Besides, didn't that idiot know that all important things usually have a back up transmitt-


As he thought that, another small red light flickered on.


Murdoch sighed with distaste before glancing to the side. In the covered window of the building, he could easily see his reflection.


And more importantly, the smaller electronic embedded in the back of his neck.


And so, Murdoch set off.


He needed a doctor for this one, the transmitter was located too close to his spine to just dig out as he did with the other.


With one transmitter in Primm, and the other racing towards the closest doctor located at Goodsprings, Murdoch could politely say that the buyer better damn well hold up to their part of leaving the Mojave.


Cause the next time I see'em, I'm breaking their goddamn jaw for this.
 
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A couple of hours ago, Damien Winters was a man who was fighting his own personal vendetta against the entire Legion. Four years of walking around an area roughly the size of France, with an entire country coming down onto his neck that roughly numbered near the millions. Had it been any other man, they would had never made it to Flagstaff. But Damien wasn't exactly a normal man in the slightest. The now elderly Chief Elise considered him the Best Ranger in the entire organisations long history, and his combat and stealth prowess was legendary. He could outperform the finest Legionary assassins and NCR Rangers on a daily basis. If he survived 20 years as a MOCKINGBIRD, 20 years of impossible missions, then he will surely last 20 years against Caesars Legion.


Damien was a man with a taste with revenge a couple hours ago, now he was the head of the Strip with a small army at his side. It was truly amazing what he could do when he fully dedicated himself to something.


And now he needed the Platinum Chip, the edge that would tips the scales wildly into the Mojave's favour. The former Ranger was going to ensure that the Mojave developed into an independent power without the greed that both the Republic and the Legion wants over the Dam. He'd kill anybody that threatens his people, but he would throw anybody who damaged the Platinum Chip into the wind.
 
Hellsing was sitting up on top of the wall of new vegas unsure of what exactly what to if he should go looking for the chip and if he found the chip what exacly what he wanted to do with it give it to Damien let him rule everything of the Mojave and he just end up fading into the abyss gone forever "Hmm this is going to a hell of a choice for me hmm if i can get my hands on it before he does i can just make it vanish. No he'll just find me in a day or two" Hellsing was thinking long and hard about what exacly what to do. He could make the Mojave own to himself if he was lucky enough too. "Damien may the gods have mercy on your soul" Hellsing though to himself standing up and looked out into the Mojave looking for any possible person that may have the chip or fit the description on the person who may have the chip.
 

Raina Edwards




"Good to know you're coming with me," Rai responded rather quickly and started walking - Rather quickly - In the direction of New Vegas, more specifically toward Freeside's east gate. "I don't think I'd be able to even set foot on the Strip alone." That was true - Either because of the fear of her throat being slit by one of the Families, who probably knew she was too lucky to be trusted with poker chips, or because she had much, much more important things to do - She had to deal with whatever was going on between the Kings and the NCR's citizens in Freeside, for one. Wasting away her time gambling didn't seem like the best idea...

But the Lucky 38 was a different story. It was, according to what she'd heard, a Pre-War building - Like most of the Strip - And very few people set foot inside that ever came out, or even set foot inside period. Something, anything, relating to the Lucky 38 had to be serious. Therefore this poker chip had to be serious, right? At least that's what I hope, Rai thought. She held her hand back to Doc while she walked with the Chip in her palm, as if she was offering it to him and said, "Does this look familiar at all? I don't know what this is... But it's got the Lucky 38 on it. No one goes in there, or even comes out. So I'm right to think there's something going on here, right?"

...Come to think of it, why did Rai buy the suit, anyways? It looked nice. But again, she couldn't wear it. And someone died in it. Besides, suits were more of a guy thing, weren't they? Maybe a dress would suit her better if she wanted to dress up for the Strip. "If you think it'll fit you, you can have the suit," she offered, slipping the chip into one of the pockets of her vest, then she offered the suit to Doc. "Or if you'd prefer, you can have it," she suggested to Tesla. "I think you'd both look pretty good in it, personally, but then again... What do I know about clothes?"

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"Well... It looks like a poker chip to me?" Doc was confused, he hadn't been to The Strip before, "And how does a casino operate if it doesn't let anyone in?" He raised a brow, "That doesn't make sense." He shrugged and looked at the suit as she offered it to Doc, and then Tesla, "Suits aren't really... my think, plus that looks like it'd be pretty hot and not really... uh... useful?" He looked toward Tesla, "You would look decent in it I guess?" He looks down, "But if you don't want it, I'll throw it in my bag, maybe it'll find a use in a different situation?" @Haruhi Suzumiya @Deadkool
 
"Yeah sure, I'll use it. The suit looks pretty nice. Mind if I see that chip, for some reason I don't think the casino that no ones set foot in would put those into circulation." Tesla said, standing up. He grabbed his Med-Tek Computer and opened a small hatch. He was going to X-ray the device. If there was any machinery in there, he'd see it.
 
Hellsing had been up on the wall for a good hour now he liked it up there he could see for miles and looking around with his sniper rifle made him feel like he was out in the open alone like he used to be it was very peaceful no one was bothering him at all he had a point were he knew if anyone came this way he would see them before they saw him "hmm I should probably should have stationed myself back at the entertrance of new Vegas not here" Hellsing though to himself he looked out to the horizon before he moved and noticed some movement out in the distance he couldn't quite make it out but from he knew it was two people from what it seemed like "hmm a couple is what it seems hmm well I haven't had a good kill in a little bit and that's a good mile out if I make this shot I will be so amazed it will beat my longest shot" Hellsing though to himself and laughed before looking through the sights of his rifle to see them clearer "Wait a second what's that in there hand" Hellsing looked with curiosity as it shined greatly with the blazing sun "that's shining greater than any cap I know even most metals hmm" Hellsing though for a minute before lowering his rifle and waited for them to come to the gates as he guessed they would do "My huntch better be right on this one it's costing me the greatest shot ever" Hellsing said disappointed he let it go. He sat there scope still on them waiting for them to finally approach the freeside gate.
 
(I don't either my guy is just kinda chilling right now waiting for your group to come he can only see you two the doc and girl but not the third guy and should we really be talking in here)
 
(I'm just waiting for the two of you to come to the Strip, where you would be immediately invited to the Lucky 38 where Damien will meet you there. I can't do anything except wait for you guys)
 

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