Fallout: New Vegas – The Lost Courier

Content Warning:This chapter contains graphic depictions of sexual violence, assault, and abuse, which may be distressing for some readers. Viewer discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to such content, please proceed with caution or skip this chapter.

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Kai left Primm and made his way toward the road leading to the Divide. As he walked, his eyes scanned the landscape until he spotted the small shack he was looking for. A faded sign above the door read: Randall & Associates.

Slowly, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old paper and gun oil. Sitting behind a battered desk was a man wearing the same style of duster as Kai, his face partially obscured by a mask.

The rhythmic tapping of a typewriter filled the silence until the man looked up, his sharp gaze locking onto Kai.

"Hello," the man said, his voice steady. "Welcome to Randall & Associates. Allow me to introduce myself—I'm Steven Randall, owner and operator." He leaned back slightly in his chair. "I'm assuming you're here for the position, correct?"

Kai nodded. "Yeah. If it's still open."

Steven chuckled. "Hell yes, it's open. We can begin the interview if you're ready." His tone remained casual, but then his voice dropped into something more serious. "I only have one question—are you willing to kill people for money? Yes or no?"

Kai didn't hesitate. "Yes."

Steven gave a satisfied nod. "That's good, but I need to be upfront with you." His eyes narrowed. "You'll be pursuing high-risk bounties. Many of your targets are extremely dangerous. But with high stakes come high rewards. There's cash for every bounty, and your payment increases as you complete more contracts."

He paused, then added a warning. "There's quick money in this line of work, but you'll make a name for yourself fast. And a lot of people will be looking for payback." He let the words hang in the air before asking, "So what's your decision? Are you still ready to take on bounties?"

Kai smirked. "I'm up for anything."

"Good." Steven reached into a drawer, pulled out a folder, and slid it across the desk. "Your first target is Tom Quigley, a former NCR Ranger—rumored to be the best marksman in the Mojave."

Kai picked up the file and glanced at Steven. "What's his story?"

"Apparently, he contracted syphilis and steadily lost his fucking mind," Steven said flatly. "Despite his skill with a rifle, the Rangers drummed him out. Eventually, he turned to banditry and murder, taking pleasure in sniping Brahmin caravans from afar."

"Where can I find him?" Kai asked.

"Quigley's crazy, but he's still damn lethal. He usually camps out in the hills west of the old Poseidon gas station, any question?"

Kai closed the folder and looked back at Steven. "Who do you work for?"

Steven smirked. "That's for me to know and you to find out. Any other questions?"

Kai shook his head. "No."

"Good." Steven leaned forward. "Bring back Quigley's trigger finger as proof, and you'll get the bounty. And don't get yourself killed out there."

With that, Steven returned to his typewriter, the steady clacking resuming. Kai turned and stepped out of the shack, the door creaking shut behind him. Instead of heading straight for his bounty, he set his sights on Nipton.

By evening, he arrived. What should have been a quiet desert town was instead a smoldering ruin. Gutted buildings stood like charred skeletons, their remains casting long shadows in the fading light.

The streets were littered with debris and bodies, the scent of burned wood and death thick in the air.

As he neared the outskirts, he spotted a small camp—a handful of survivors huddled around a dim fire. One of them, a grizzled man with a rifle slung over his shoulder, stepped into Kai's path.

"If you don't wanna lose your life, don't go into that town," the man warned.

Kai met his gaze. "What happened here?"

"The Legion." The man spat on the ground. "Hit Nipton a few days ago."

Kai's expression remained unreadable. "How?"

"One night, they just showed up—like ghosts." The man's voice was bitter. "Ransacked the place, captured the women, forced the townsfolk into some sick lottery. If you lost, you either got executed or sent off as a slave."

Kai's eyes narrowed. "What about the mayor?"

At that, the man cursed under his breath. "That motherfucker brought this on us. Made some deal with the Legion, thought he could outsmart them. They made an example out of him—real gruesome way to go." He shook his head. "Be careful crossing through, stranger. It ain't safe."

Kai gave a small nod. "Thanks for the warning."

He turned to leave, but just as he stepped forward, something yanked at his leg. He looked down. A small boy, no older than seven, clung to his duster, dirt-streaked cheeks wet with tears.

"M-Mister... you have a gun! Can you save my mama?" the boy sobbed.

Kai hesitated. Before he could respond, the man from earlier grabbed the boy and pulled him back. "Roy, don't do that!"

Turning back to Kai, the man let out a weary sigh. "Sorry about the kid, stranger. His mother was taken when the Legion raided the town."

Kai glanced at the boy, who was still crying behind the man. "What's her name?"

"Amber," the man said, frowning. "Why do you ask?"

Kai shook his head. "No reason. Just curious."

He turned toward Nipton, taking a few steps forward before stopping to glance back one last time.

The boy was still crying, clutching the man's coat.

Kai exhaled sharply, muttering to himself, "I'm too damn good for my own good."

Then, without another word, he stepped into the ruined town.

At the town hall basement, It had been a week since the Legion came and took control of the town. They did as they pleased. All men were killed and all women were taken into the town hall for "processing".

A few dozen women lay on the floor of the basement cell. Most were naked, a few wore underwear or torn dresses. One of them, a woman named Amber, lay in a cell in the corner. She was fully naked. Her cellmate was next to her, passed out from whatever abuse she had gone through before Amber.

In the main cell area, a group of Legion members had taken one of the women away for their pleasure. The woman let out a loud moan as one of the men pushed his cock into her pussy. The other men stood around, waiting for their turn. Some were stroking their cocks in anticipation, others just looked on, savoring the sight.

As one of the men finished, another took his place. The men moved quickly, taking turns and coming back for more. One by one, the men took their turn until all of them were satisfied. One of the last men in line approached Amber's cell.

"Your turn, bitch," he said, grabbing Amber's arm and pulling her up to a kneeling position. He then placed himself in front of her, unbuttoning his pants. His cock popped out. "Time for you to get acquainted with my cock," he laughed.

"Open your mouth." He pulled Amber's head towards his cock, forcing it into her mouth. Amber gagged a bit as his thick cock entered her mouth. "That's a good girl," he moaned as Amber sucked on his cock.

When he was satisfied, he pushed Amber back onto the bed. He pushed her legs up and placed himself between them. He then entered her pussy, causing Amber to cry out in pain. "You're a little tighter than the other girls," he laughed. He began thrusting his cock in and out of Amber, grunting with pleasure.

"How do you like this, bitch? I'm gonna get you pregnant for the Legion." Amber just remained motionless, a single tear rolling down her cheek. As he continued to pound Amber, the other Legion members finished their fun and began to leave.

"Hey, you coming?" one of them asked the Legion member who was fucking Amber. He looked over at his companion and then down at Amber, still motionless beneath him. "No, you guys go. I'll follow," he replied, grinning. "Suit yourselves," they laughed as they left with the other Legion men.

The man slapped Amber's face and began pounding her again. "Come on, bitch, respond. You know you like it." Amber remained motionless and silent. Her mind had shut down. The man continued to fuck her, his cock moving in and out of her pussy faster and faster.

Amber's face remained motionless as a single thought echoed in her mind.

"When will this end?""What did I do to deserve this?""Will I ever see my son again?"

She closed her eyes, barely clinging to the last shreds of her will. A whisper left her lips—frail, desperate.

"Please… someone… anyone. Please save us."

As if in answer to her silent prayer, the basement door groaned open. Heavy footsteps echoed against the cold stone floor. The Legionnaire hovering over her barely reacted, his focus elsewhere as he called out lazily,

"You come back for more fun?"

There was no response.

Amber's eyes fluttered open just as the Legionnaire finally turned. A shadow loomed behind him—a man, standing silently in the dim light. Then, before comprehension could even dawn in the Legionnaire's eyes, the stranger raised his pistol. The muzzle pressed against his forehead.

A single gunshot rang out.

The Legionnaire's body jerked before collapsing onto Amber, his dead weight crushing her beneath him. Blood seeped from the clean hole between his eyes, his face forever frozen in a look of surprise. His half-exposed body reeked of sweat and cruelty, but he would never harm another soul again.

Amber's breath hitched. Her exhausted, battered body refused to move. Instead, her gaze lifted, locking onto the dark eyes of the man who had ended it all.

"If you want to leave," the stranger said, voice calm and cold, "now's the time."

Without another word, he turned and strode toward the exit, disappearing from sight.

For the first time in days, silence filled the basement. No screams, no laughter, no torment. Just quiet.

And hope.

With newfound strength, Amber gritted her teeth and pushed the corpse off her, gasping as she finally sat up. The other women lay nearby—some bound, some unconscious, all victims of the same horror. But there was something different in their eyes now. A spark. A reason to move.

Amber's voice cracked from disuse, but she forced the words out.

"We need to get out of here. Before they come back."

Shaky but determined, she reached for a pistol lying beside one of the fallen Legionnaires. The grip felt foreign in her hands, but she held it tightly. One by one, the other women began to move, weak but alive.

When they emerged onto the ground floor, the sight before them stole their breath.

Legion bodies littered the hall—some headless, some missing limbs. Blood painted the walls in vicious arcs, a silent testament to the man who had carved his way through their captors.

They were free.

As they stepped outside, the cold desert air hit their skin, and Amber turned just in time to see the stranger emerge from the shadows. He moved like a ghost, his presence both unnerving and reassuring.

"Outside the town, you'll find the survivors," he said. "With them, you can head to an NCR camp… or go to Primm. Start over."

He turned to leave, but Amber stepped forward, her voice still shaking but firm.

"Wait."

The stranger paused.

Amber swallowed hard, then asked, "What's your name?"

The man glanced back, his face unreadable.

"Courier."

Then, without another word, he vanished into the night.

His name lingered in their minds, a legend in the making.

Amber tightened her grip on the pistol and looked ahead. She had a long road before her—but for the first time in a long while, she had the strength to walk it.

She would find her son.

And she would never be powerless again.