Furrout: New Vegas - Prologue - Draft 2 by Stitchy626 < Submission

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Furrout: New Vegas

Prologue

*Crackled radio frequency*

Hello? Can anyone hear me? This is Nellis air force base, can any *crackled and distorted*..me? Command and Control *crackled and distorted*...broken down.

*Long moment of quiet passes and crackles*

Is anybody receiving me?*a moment of crackling* Anybody? Somebody please respond? *barely audible*

*Operator sounding more desperate and panicked, a full room of barely audible voices, a crackle sounding as the line goes quiet*

*Radio crackles back on, room sounding panicked with screams and shouts*

It's a nuke, take cov.............*a voice in the background manages to shout before the line whines loudly for a long moment and stops dead*

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The following transmission was only one of many that filled the airways with desperate pleas and confusion, one by one they were silenced as each bomb fell across the United States and rest of the globe.

Since the beginning of furkind, since our first ancestors discovered the killing power of rock and bone, the world to date has been built around the lives of those who have fallen and whose blood has been spilt. God, justice, greed, the list pretty much goes on for excuses and reasons why the world spilled blood and made the world dangerous and violent. Eventually on the 23rd October in the year 2077 the powder keg of tension between nations finally reached a boiling point of no return, exploding dramatically, and the one situation furkind had always predicted, but never thought in reality would ever happen. Nuclear war.

Just two hours was all it took for the world to be changed forever as nuclear fire fell from the heavens across the world leaving great cities reduced to rubble and dust, millions of lives extinguished in the blink of an eye before man, woman or child could take notice. In a way it was almost biblical, as if god himself finally had enough once more, for once he flooded the world if you believe the bible. This time he sent fire to cleanse the world of evil, furkind nearly making itself extinct with the nuclear weapons each country held to defend themselves.

But what should of been the end of furkind was not quite as many would of predicted from a worldwide nuclear war, despite millions of lives being extinguished in a blink of an eye. Some of those who didn't die right away in the initial explosions did so days, weeks, months and even years later from radiation poisoning and its effects.

But many of those who were infected with high levels of radiation did not die, many became known as ghouls and still live today. The radiation eats away at the skin, some even losing all or part of their hair and fur, overall leaving them zombie like and disfigured. They are still human inside and some alive today were around when the bombs fell and are still in control of themselves unlike the rest of their kin.

They say ghouls are a ticking time bomb, eventually they lose a grip on reality, the radiation eats away at them and they become feral, wild attacking anything it sees. Those who are still in control suffer much discrimination and hate from what the ghouls call 'smooth furs' (those who are normal and not ghouls).

If you ever get a chance to speak to a ghoul who was around 204 years ago during the first days after the war you'll learn of the struggles of trying to get a foothold and surviving in a destroyed world, the horror and almost hopelessness of surviving. The first years were the worst and most dangerous, from the ashes rose the thirst of blood and violence like a phoenix and the world now was even more dangerous than it was in the past.

With everything on the ground being destroyed and with no functioning government, military or police enforcement to neutralize and control the problems, who was going to stop them?

A lot of the evil in the wasteland are caused by groups of furs called Raiders, a lot of these raider groups go by different names such as The Fiends or the Great Khans who are one of the more larger and commonly known. These raiders don't shy away from a fight or bloodshed, they live to make others suffer for sport as well as a way of life. They profited greatly from raiding other settlements and trading caravans, a cancerous tumour on the already diseased land.

But with the bad there was a faint gleaming light in the darkness, not all the furs who survived had such darkness and hatred in their hearts. Over the years many settlements rose up and took people in, trying to make a living and surviving the new world.

Over the years the stubbornness and adaptiveness of furkind lived on much like it did in the past, and with that the new chapter in furkinds history had was starting to be written.

Not everyone however was on the surface when the first bombs fell from the skies, those lucky enough to have managed to make it into large underground shelters called 'Vaults' managed to ride out the war in relative comfort and safety behind a four foot thick steel door which when shut would remain shut.

Only furs who met a special criteria would ever make it into the vaults such as VIP's or those with specialist skills that would be needed when nuclear levels dropped and was deemed survivable back on the surface. They were all plentifully stocked with food, water and other comforts and necessities, the first of these vaults would open 20 years after the war and over time many more did as well, while others mysteriously never did.

New Vegas. This is the name now adopted to the once great city known as Las Vegas, the city of sin as it was called and still holds to this day. A lively, bright and colourful strip of casinos and hotels where the tables are hot, the drinks are flowing and the girls, or guys if you prefer come cheap, if you've got the bottle caps (the currency in the new world) to hand.

But not everything is bright lights and good times, the strip is surrounded by a slum called Freeside filled with those down on their luck, hooked on drugs or both. Step down the wrong alleyway, turn the wrong corner in Freeside and you could find a knife in your back and being freed of your hard earned bottle caps as well as your life. However, turn the right corners and you can find some good trade, bars and good times, like anything in the wasteland it's all about keeping your wits about you and having eyes in the back of your head.

The city of New Vegas itself managed to avoid a direct hit by any nuclear weapon, a few landed in the desert but far enough away to avoid causing the city too much in the way of problems, still for the next two hundred years nuclear fallout from the bombs that landed in the desert and the radioactive particles carried by the winds from all around the United States spread across the desert sands.

There are many strong patches of heavy radiation scattered around that will kill anyone who lingers in those areas for too long, for the most they are bearable and weak enough areas that you'd easily cleanse your body of any radiation absorbed with a foul tasting medical solution called rad-away (a drinkable medical solution used to cleanse the body of radiation).

Till this day with the world being scarred by nuclear fallout even as far as the desolate sands there really isn't many clean and safe areas where you can feel content in being, even surviving meant keeping a good eye out on certain areas you were travelling as to avoid conflict with mutants or raiders and even the wildlife effected and mutated by radiation.

The main problems and reasons for death in the desert is all down to not holding the bare essentials you would need to survive and not end up like many who foolishly took to the sea of sand without enough, just ending up as bones after the wildlife has finished with you before being swallowed up from all existence by the sands.

In more recent history the Mojave has faced a conflict between the New California Republic (The NCR) in the West and Caeser's Legion who have fought their way from the east, overthrowing and absorbing settlements and their people into their ranks on their vicious march west their history forever wiped from memory. Much of the path back east are lined with the crucifixes of those who opposed them.

The end goal of the NCR was to try and claim all regions within the Mojave and have them all under the banner of the two headed bear before making their slow crawl further east trying to annex yet more.

The forces of the Two Headed Bear (NCR) and The Bull (Caeser's Legion) faced off at opposite side of the Colorado river, the NCR stronghold of Fort Aradesh was taken by force by the legion leaving no survivors before they marched on, swarming, and took the fight onto Hoover dam itself and against the bulk of the NCR troops.

The fighting was intense and casualties on both sides high, blood flowed freely over the concrete and cracked tarmac of the dam, the dismembered limbs and gore heavy on the ground among bodies no longer moving or just barely, sounds of death screams and war cries filling the air over the sounds of yelled commands, gun fire and explosions.

Despite the willpower and command the NCR were slowly forced further back across the dam, with all looking lost elements of the NCR Rangers and the 1st recon battalion threw all their chips and went all in on an all or nothing gamble. If this plan failed then there would be nothing to stop the legion from swarming and claiming New Vegas and the Mojave all for themselves, but if they pulled it off then there was a chance the Mojave would face another sunrise with the flag of the two headed bear flying high.

The rangers and first recon withdrew and fell back to the small city of Bolder just past Hoover Dam, the city that would face the Legion as they first stepped foot on NCR soil and sand. The city itself was rigged with explosives, enough to level the whole city in what they hoped would kill as many of the Legion as they could if they could lure them in unknowingly, enough for them to consider withdraw.

The cards were flipped and they were just in the NCR's favour, the plan worked as the city was levelled and still to this day it is not known exactly the numbers of how many of the Legion perished, some even say the place is haunted by the spirits of those who perished. However it wasn't just the Legion who perished in the city, some of the NCR who weren't quick enough to get out of the city or who found themselves pinned down by the Legion also perished that day.

After the city was levelled the NCR counter attacked the heavily weakened and shaken forces of the legion back across the dam with tails between their legs. The day was won, but only just.

As the years went by the legion continued to pester and attack any forts or NCR strongholds on the east side of the Colorado river until they all fell under the banner of the Legion. There is a shaky and intense standoff between the two which has lasted for years, only time would tell when the second battle of Hoover Dam would happen.

And of all the things that could change the tide of war and the future of the wasteland, it falls upon one courier and the importance of a seemingly insignificant platinum poker chip.

Because ultimately at the end of the day, war - war never changes.

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