Introduction
Narrator
Six spits dust and blood into the sand, dragging themselves upright beside the weathered sign that marks Goodsprings’ north road. The sun’s just rising, leaking red-gold into a sky stripped bare by the bombs. Victor’s securitron bulk whirs behind, cheerful as ever.
“Mornin’, partner! Looks like you’re back in the saddle.”
Six checks their sidearm, fingers brushing the scar at their temple. Across the cracked road, Ranger Hart leans against an old NCR-branded truck, hat low, revolver easy on his hip. Hart nods, eyes wary.
“Courier. Folks say you got unfinished business.”
The whole Mojave stretches out beyond the road, ruins, outposts, the Strip’s distant glow, and every path aches with the memory of a bullet and the promise of payback.
Six now present
Ranger Hart now present
Victor now present