We all kinda figured we’d blow each other
up eventually.
It turns out we were right.
Some of us were lucky enough to get into these
huge underground vaults, made by the eggheads
over at Vault-Tec.
For all my complaints though, it kept us safe
from the nukes so I can’t be too hard on
them.
When the dust settled, a lot of people stayed
hunkered down.
My vault… well, we didn’t.
And now I look like this.
Honestly the details are a bit fuzzy, a few
centuries, a shit ton of radiation, and enough
knocks to the head have a way of muckin’
up your memory.
The name’s Bones Malone.
I came from out West in the NCR, that’s
New California Republic if you’ve been living
under a rock.
I lived in the Hub for a while, did some completely
legitimate business in the past but got out
of that life
and started working as a courier for the Mojave
Express.
Maybe I deal a bit of chems on the side, but
you didn’t hear it from me.
I do my best to stay out of trouble and talk
my way out of any shenanigans I find myself
in but…
a shotgun is my plan B when things go sour.
I roll with a crew, buncha rag tag strays
I’ve picked up along the way.
Abuelo, he and I go way back, all the way
to California.
He’s a retired NCR vet but couldn’t deal
with rocking chair and bingo life so he decided
to hit the road as a traveling merchant.
When I took up as a courier, we figured it’d
be smart to travel together so he could make
his sales along the way and we could watch
each other’s back.
Sammie… she’s a bit of an enigma really.
To be completely honest, all I know is she’s
a mercenary and she’s a beast with that
fireman’s axe.
Her scars and her bloodlust tell me she’s
led one hell of a messed up life but, I pay
her to fight on my side so I’ve no complaints.
Blitz, she’s special.
I rescued her from a legion patrol almost
a decade ago, poor thing started following
me around like a lost puppy after that.
It doesn’t hurt that she’s sweet as pie
and a damned good shot too.
Saved my ugly mug more times that I can count.
Tex is… honestly Tex and I butt heads a
lot.
She’s some hot shot bighorn rancher from
down in Texas, (go figure).
When I passed through on a courier gig, she
decided she’d let the rest of her family
handle the ranch and-
paid me a shit load of caps to bring her and
her pet bighorn, Beef, along for the ride.
To be frank, I love caps and all but Beef
is what made me say yes.
Who could say no to that sweet thing?
So the six of us go around this radiation
infested wonderland, delivering messages,
sellin’ chems, drinkin’ booze, and occasionally
helpin’ folks we find along the way.
After traveling together for a bit, I made
it to New Vegas.
Got a gig to deliver some lil’ poker chip
to the Vegas Strip and out of nowhere, I got
ambushed by a pack o’ goons.
Well… *sigh* fuck.
