New Vegas: Sheason's Story

You're listening to Radio New Vegas, your little jukebox in the Mojave Wasteland. I'm Mr. New Vegas, and I'm here for you with a bit of news. First up, reports have been coming in lately of several large unidentified aircraft, seen in the skies above the New Vegas Strip. Residents of Freeside are hoping they'll drop food, but I wouldn't get your hopes up, Freesiders. In other news, Goodsprings has fended off a mob of escaped convicts after organizing an impromptu militia that was, according to an old man, armed to the teeth with dynamite. This is Mr. New Vegas, signing off. Heh… just kidding. I'm not going anywhere - my love for you is too strong.

"Hey Manny! You in there?" I called to the sniper as I knocked on the door to the dinosaur mouth, a sense of vague déjà-vu overwhelming me.

"Yeah, c'mon in," I heard the sniper reply. I opened the door, and Manny was sitting in his chair, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He presented the coffee pot to me. "Want some coffee?"

"No, I'm good," I said, waving it off. "The ghouls up at Repconn are gone."

"Really?" he said, putting the coffee pot down. "Unbelievable! I didn't think you'd be back so soon. Man, I knew that wouldn't be easy." I just stared at him with a look that could've melted concrete.

"You have no idea how not easy it was. It wasn't just ghouls - there were super mutants too. However… they're all gone." Manny chuckled, pointing at me and smiling.

"I had a good feeling about you, man. You look like you've been through a lot, so I knew I could count on you."

"You can save your praise. I don't need it. What I need is for you to tell me about the man in the checkered coat." He nodded.

"Okay. The guy you're looking for, Benny? He was travelling with McMurphy and Jessup, some members from my old gang. They were headed up to Boulder City."

"Do you know why they went that way?"

"No clue," he shook his head. "I know Benny hadn't paid up yet. Maybe that was where they were supposed to get square."

"How long ago did they leave?"

"Hmm," Manny grabbed his coffee cup and took a sip. "Not sure. I think it was a few days ago. And that's all I know, honest." I cursed my luck. I must have just missed him. However… even though he had a week head start, my Corvega was helping me close the gap. With any luck, he'll still be in Boulder City. And if not…

"Thanks for the info," I said, turning to leave. "I'm tempted to say that you still owe me for all the trouble I went through, clearing out Repconn. But you know what? If I never see the inside of this damn dinosaur again, that'll be good enough for me." I closed the door and walked down the steps, into the gift shop.

All I'd had before was a face and a bad suit. Now, I had a name. I walked by Cliff, the man who ran the gift shop, and was just about to walk out, head to my car, and floor it up the 95 to Boulder… when something mounted on the wall caught my eye. I stopped, and couldn't help but stare.

"What. The hell. Is that?" I asked.

A few minutes later, I walked away from Novac towards where I'd parked my car. ED-E was floating around, happily beeping out an unintelligible tune; Boone was leaning against the side of my car and scanning the horizon to the east, his rifle in hand; Cass was sitting on top of the hood, taking a long draw from her hip flask.

"Hey Shea," Cass said, finally noticing me. "So, where are we go-" she stopped abruptly, her eyes falling on the gun in my hand. "What in the fuck is THAT?" she asked, mimicking my initial exclamation.

"You like?" I said, holding the weapon in the air so she could get a good look at it. It was a massive revolver, nearly twice as wide as Roscoe, and at least 3 inches longer. The barrel looked like some kind of light-grey triple reinforced metal, and the cylinder was motorized. The grip looked made out of wood, but it felt like metal. It was a lot heavier than Roscoe too – my trusty 9mm couldn't have been more than 2 pounds when fully loaded but this felt like it was at least 5. Cass just stared at it in awe. Even Boone cast it a glance from behind his sunglasses.

"Turns out, the shop Cliff runs has more than just stupid little dinosaur toys. He calls it That Gun." I pressed a button on the side, and the cylinder popped out with a mechanical whine. I looked through one of the five chambers.

"Why?" Cass asked, staring at the massive revolver.

"Well, after all the trouble at Repconn, I thought I could use something with a bit more punch, that doesn't fire as slow as a plasma rifle."

"No, I meant why's it called That Gun?"

"Oh," I said. "No idea. All I know is it's chambered for 5.56 millimeter rounds, so it should pack a hell of a punch." Surprisingly, Boone spoke up.

"Sheason, that's a rifle caliber."

"Yes. Yes it is."

"You're going to melt the barrel on that if you're not careful."

"Maybe," I said, shrugging and snapping the cylinder back into place. "I only have 15 shots for it, anyway. You two ready to go?" They nodded.

"I call shotgun!" Cass yelled, hopping off the hood with a smile. "So, where'r we headin'?"

"Boulder City," I said, getting behind the wheel and putting That Gun in the glove box. I paused, taking note of the tiny dinosaur toy sitting on the dashboard. I just looked at Cass, pointing to the plastic dinosaur. "You bought that, didn't you."

"Mmhmm," she nodded, grinning. "Thought it'd be funny. B'sides, it was only a cap. No big loss."

"Boulder City's not that far." Boone said as he sat in the back, his hands never leaving his rifle. I nodded in agreement, and started up the Corvega. The engine roared to life, and we set off north on the 95, ED-E flying close by. For a good minute or so after we set off, the only sound came from the engine.

"So," Cass had spoken up, but not to me; she had shifted in her seat and was now leaning on the headrest to talk to Boone. "What's your story?"

"Don't have one," Boone said. I could see his reflection in the rear view mirror, looking out the back window. It was almost like he was scanning for targets.

"C'mon, you have t'at least have a reason t'be taggin' along in our little caravan."

"So, we're a caravan now?" I asked, shooting her a look.

"Sure," Cass replied, shrugging. "We were a caravan of two, 'n now we're a caravan of three."

"Four if you count ED-E," which I did, I added mentally. "He's been really useful." I realized, with a wry sense of amusement, that I'd started referring to the flying metal ball as a 'he.' When had I started doing that?

"Okay then, four. Either way, I'm just a little curious why Boone's travelin' with us. Fer instance, I'm here because I was bored, and y'offered me a way outta that damn outpost," she said, gesturing to me. "An' yer on this big revenge quest. I like t'know th' people I'm travelin' with, is all."

"You really want to know why I'm here?" Boone said, gravely. Cass nodded. "Sheason helped me kill the bitch responsible for selling my wife to the Legion. So I owe him." Another uncomfortable silence fell across the car. Cass looked to me questioningly. I nodded.

"Fuck," Cass finally said. "I'm sorry to hear that, man."

"Don't be," Boone snapped. "Carla's dead. So is the bitch who sold her. And eventually, the one responsible will be dead, too." Something about the way he said that last bit caught my attention. I thought he might be talking about Caesar's Legion, like it was a person, but that didn't really make sense. Maybe it was a specific Legionnaire that he thought was responsible… or maybe… I could tell there was something here he didn't want to say, something he wasn't comfortable with speaking aloud. But I knew better than to press the issue.

"So, how'd you know she's dead? Carla, I mean. D'ya see her die'r somethin'?" Cass asked. Tactful, she was not. Boone practically bit her head off with his response.

"You got no right asking me that!" he snarled. "Drop it!" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cass back away, putting her hands in the air in a disarming gesture.

"Whoa, sorry man. I didn't… Yer right, I was outta line. I'm sorry. Just… curious, y'know?" She looked afraid that Boone would shoot her right there, and judging from the look he was giving her, I couldn't blame her. I heard Boone sigh.

"Look. I'm just… I'm not ready to talk about what happened. To anyone. The only thing I want on my mind right now is how to kill Legion."

"The only thing I want on my mind is how to find Benny," I said, trying to change the subject.

"So, that's th' guy who shot you? Benny?" I nodded. Cass chuckled, and took another drag from her flask. "S'a stupid name."

I pulled the Corvega to a stop, parking it next to an old train station on the north side of Boulder City. The city itself was little more than a massive pile of twisted, ruined buildings, and a maze of ruined streets… which was, admittedly, not an uncommon sight in the wasteland, but these ruins were recent. From what I'd heard, Boulder – like a lot of the places surrounding Vegas – had gone untouched by the nukes that scorched the rest of the world. It was still intact until about four years ago, when the NCR and Legion first butted heads at Hoover Dam.

Boone told me the story. During the battle, the Legion fell for an NCR trap: troopers and rangers fell back from the dam to Boulder City, luring the elites of Caesar's army into the city, and then blew it up around them. Literally, the whole damn city was blown up. Apparently they used everything and anything short of actual nuclear weapons: grenades, rockets, missiles, mines, several tons of C-4 plastic explosive… they had lined the city with so much ordinance, the shockwave had been felt for miles around.

ED-E flew off ahead, and Cass, Boone, and I followed. I'd told him to scout out the city, see if he could see anyone dressed like the Great Khans. With a happy sounding beep, he flew up and off, disappearing into the ruins.

"So, I've been meanin' t'ask. Can y'actually understand that fuckin' bot?"

"I…" I started, but then paused, thinking about it. "Kind of? I mean, he can understand me well enough, that much is obvious. And I suppose I can kind of take an educated guess to what he's trying to say, but can I understand exactly what all those beeps mean? No." As if on cue, ED-E returned, beeping.

"What is it, boy? Timmy fell down a well?" Cass said, mockingly. I just looked at her, confused.

"I don't get it," I said. She sighed.

"It's a… s'from an old world holotape I saw as a kid. It was just a joke, nevermind," she grumbled.

We followed ED-E as he bobbed along on a winding twisting path, hovering just above the rubble-blasted streets. Eventually, he stopped, at the corner of a… well, really the corner was the only thing left standing of whatever the building used to be. From behind the corner came an NCR trooper – an officer, if the green beret atop his head was any indication. He had a neatly groomed but full red beard, and was wearing a set of NCR combat armor with an ammo bandolier slung across his chest. I thought ED-E might have misunderstood me when I asked him to look for the Khans.

"Is this your robot?" the officer pointed to ED-E. I nodded. "Well, I'm sorry to tell you this, but you and your friends are going to have to leave."

"Why? Does the NCR have a problem with robots now?" the officer shook his head.

"No, it's nothing like that. There's a situation with some Great Khans deeper in the ruins. The brass at McCarran has ordered me to lock down the area until it's been resolved. So that means no civilians in or out."

"Great Khans?" I asked, realizing that I'd underestimated ED-E. "Can you at least tell me what's going on?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't discuss the details of an ongoing operation with a civilian."

"It's ok, Lieutenant," I heard Boone say, as he stepped forward. "They're with me." Immediately, the Lieutenant stiffened, as he finally took notice of the soldier with the red beret standing near me.

"Oh! I didn't realize you were travelling with a member of 1st Recon. That changes things. I'm Lieutenant Monroe. Can I ask who I'm dealing with?" He held out his hand, and I shook it in response.

"I'm Sheason. This is Cass. That's Boone. Now, can you tell me what's going on with the Khans?"

"One of my patrols was on its way back from Novac when it came under fire from a group of Khans that had set up shop in the ruins," Monroe explained. "They radioed for reinforcements, but instead of waiting , they chased the Khans further into the ruins where they were caught in a crossfire. None of the squad was killed, but not all of them got out, either. Private Ackerman and Private Gilbert have been taken as hostages. That was nearly twenty minutes ago, and we've been stuck at a stalemate since."

"Is there any way we can get in there?" I asked, pointing to a deeper part of the ruins. "One of the Khans may have something of mine."

"Not until the Great Khans have been killed or captured. Once they've been dealt with, you're welcome to retrieve any property they've taken from you."

"What about the hostages?" Boone asked. Monroe's jaw clenched.

"It's a terrible situation, but as soon as we attack, the troopers are as good as dead. Unfortunately, we haven't had any luck with advancing – between us and the Khans is a no-mans land, with almost nothing in the way of cover. We'd have to go through that to get close enough to engage the Khans, and we'd lose even more men."

"You could send me in," I said, thinking quickly. I was met with a questioning glance, and I explained. "I'm an unknown element for the Khans, and I'm obviously not an NCR trooper. You can tell them that you're sending me over to negotiate for the release of the hostages. I go over, pretend I'm unarmed," I pulled Roscoe from the holster on my hip and tucked it in the back of my pants, hiding it from view with the back of my leather jacket, and continued "and with a little luck, I can get the two privates back safely." And I can find Benny and the Platinum Chip, hopefully.

"Normally I'd turn you down, since you're a civilian, but…" he cast another glance at Boone "If a 1st Recon sniper trusts your judgment, then you must know what you're doing." I did my best to suppress a smile; Honestly, I didn't really know what I was doing half the time. But he didn't need to know that.

"All right," he said eventually. "I'll give you a chance to talk to the Khans. Their leader is a man named Jessup." That was either a stroke of brilliant luck, or incredibly bad. On the one hand, Jessup was one of the Khans I knew was travelling with Benny, and would know where I could find him. On the other hand… he might recognize me, and they might shoot me before I even got close.

"I warn you though," Monroe continued "if we hear shooting, we'll be coming in while they're distracted… but it'll probably be too late for you."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I said sarcastically. He moved off further into the ruins, and the four of us followed. I hung back a bit, and when Monroe was out of earshot, I whispered to Boone.

"How does he know you were with 1st Recon and didn't… you know, just steal that beret?" I asked. Boone's expression remained impassive behind his sunglasses as he replied.

"Because the members of 1st Recon are The Last Thing You Never See," he said, repeating the slogan I'd seen the night before. "If someone was able to take out a member of 1st Recon in combat, then they deserve the beret. But as far as I know, that's never happened."

Boone and I caught up with Monroe deeper in the ruins. From where I was, I could see a number of NCR troopers taking cover behind rubble or broken cars, their rifles drawn and at the ready. I took a look around the corner of a half-standing brick wall, and could see what Monroe had talked about. The only bits of rubble between here and where the Khans had apparently dug in couldn't have been more than a foot high. I looked around, my eyes eventually falling on the remains of a two story building; only half of it was standing, but it was high enough that a good shot would have a clear line of sight to almost every Khan in cover.

"So," Cass asked, walking up to me and loading her shotgun, ED-E floating beside her. "What's the play?"

"I'm gonna go over there, like I told the Lieutenant. But before I try and deal for the hostages, I'm going to find out where I can find Benny. Boone, can you cover me from that building, just in case things go sideways?" I asked, pointing at the ruins behind the troopers. I saw the faintest hint of a smirk cross his face.

"I'm already there," he said, moving silently through the rubble and disappearing between the buildings. I turned to the robot.

"ED-E, keep a watch up above. Anyone tries anything, turn them to ash." ED-E beeped, and flew up and out of sight.

"What about me?" Cass asked.

"Think you're ok with covering me from the ground?" She just smirked.

"I'm a surgeon with this fuckin' shotgun. Damn right I can keep you covered."

"Thanks." With that, I ducked into one of the bits of cover, and made my way towards the Lieutenant. "Alright, I'm ready." He nodded, and shouted out across the ruins at the Khans in cover.

"Alright, can you hear me? We know you don't want to get killed, so we're sending over someone to negotiate for the hostages! He's unarmed! If you shoot him, we will retaliate with deadly force!"

I took a deep breath, suddenly realizing that this might be a bad idea. Despite that, I raised my hands in the air, and stood up from behind the cover. I braced myself, certain I was about to get shot, but nothing happened. I let out the breath swiftly, and started to make my way across the tiny no-mans land towards the Great Khans. As I got closer and made my way through where the Khans had set up, I made a mental note of where they all were. To my left, in one of the surprisingly intact buildings, I could see the two privates, tied up on their knees and being guarded by a Khan with a 10mm submachine gun. On what remained of the roof, was another Khan. To my right were three more – two taking cover behind a car, and a third behind a piece of collapsed building.

"Hey," I spoke to the closest one (a female Khan who was wearing a leather vest, a pair of jeans torn to become incredibly short shorts, and very little else). My hands still raised in the air. "Who's in charge here?" She was eyeing me suspiciously – frankly, I couldn't blame her – and motioned with her head to a door to my left. Finally lowering my hands, I reached for the door and stepped inside.

"What the fuck?!" I heard as soon as I shut the door behind me. Standing in front of me was one of the Khans I'd remembered seeing next to Benny – the white guy with the red hair in a Mohawk. He looked like he hadn't shaved as long as I had. "You… you're that courier Benny wasted back in Goodsprings! You're supposed to be dead!" From his expression and the tone of his voice, it sounded like he was about ready to shit himself. I decided it might be best to milk this for all it was worth.

"I got better."

"And here I thought us Great Khans were tough to kill…" he sounded genuinely worried. "So… what happens now?" I decided to get straight to the point.

"Where's Benny?"

"He's not here. Benny kept the Platinum Chip, the money he owed us, and stabbed us in the back. Fucker's probably back at the Strip by now, laughing his ass off."

"Who the fuck is Benny, anway? I'd never even seen him before he shot me."

"He's one of the Chairmen," he said, spitting on the ground next to him. "They're the big shots who run The Tops Casino on the Strip. A friend of mine from the city contacted me an' McMurphy with a line on a big job. Honestly? I should've known the caps were too good to be true, but there was still no way I could pass up the chance. If I had, maybe Murph'd be alive right now." He gestured with his thumb to an open door behind him. I edged forward, and took a look inside. Lying on a mattress was the body of the black Khan I'd remembered. His eyes were closed, and a knife was placed on top of his chest. Two bullet holes were in his forehead.

"The Platinum Chip – do you know what it is, or why Benny wanted it?" I asked. Jessup shrugged.

"It's just a big, fancy poker chip as far as I know. Don't know why it's so important." Well, it was a long shot anyway.

"So why did Benny betray you?"

"Because he's a snake, that's why!" He spat again. "He owed us the rest of the pay for the job, but instead he shot Murph in the head, kicked me in the balls, and bolted for Vegas. Fuckin' prick."

"You know, as fascinating as all this is – thanks, by the way, now I know exactly where to find him – I'm not actually here for that."

"Oh?" He cocked an eyebrow. "So why the fuck are you here?"

"I'm actually here to negotiate for the hostages you have on behalf of the NCR."

"What's to negotiate? NCR backs off, we walk out of here, nobody gets hurt."

"That's not going to work. You know that." I said simply.

"What other choice is there? Let the hostages go first?" I nodded, and he let out a single raspy, exasperated chuckle. "We do that, and we're as good as dead. Those NCR dickheads'll just start shooting, and my whole crew will eat it."

"Look, how about this: I'll head back to the NCR side, and talk with the LT in charge. You free the hostages now, and I'll make sure the NCR lets you walk. Hell, give me a few minutes, and I'll get them to escort you back to… wherever you want to go." I actually meant it, too. Even though he had helped ambush me, he wasn't responsible. Benny was the one responsible, and this guy, Jessup, had gotten fucked over by Benny just like I had. Well… not just like I had. McMurphy had gotten fucked over just like I had, but he was dead. Jessup was silent for a minute, grinding his teeth, and looking from me to the body of McMurphy, and then back to me.

"Fuck," he said, finally. "I can't believe I'm doing this… but alright. The hostages can go. The NCR better keep their end of this deal, though."

"They will, I promise."

"Here," Jessup reached into one of the pockets on his vest and pulled out something shiny and metal, tossing it to me. I caught it almost without thinking. "A souvenir for you. It's Benny's lighter. I stole it from him before he shot Murph. Shove it up his ass when you catch up with him, alright?"

I turned the lighter around in my hands, examining it. It was a pre-war Zippo, made out of a burnished silver metal. There was engraving on both sides. On one side was a logo for The Tops Casino. The lettering was top to bottom, and each letter of "TOPS" was inside a trapezoid, each geometric shape staggered and stacked on top of one another. A few stylized stars surrounded the letters. On the other side was a simple message, carved in stylish lettering:

Welcome to the big time, Boss.

-Swank

"Thanks," I said, putting the lighter in one of the pockets on my jeans. I reached for the door, but stopped myself, remembering something. "Oh, before I go," I said, turning back and walking towards him. "There's one more thing that needs to happen before we're square."

"Oh yeah? Wh –"

Before he could finish his thought, I punched him really hard in the middle of his face. He fell to the ground in a heap, clutching his nose.

"That's for my car. Dick."

"The Khans are willing to let the hostages go," I told Monroe as I arrived back in cover. I'd motioned for Boone and ED-E to come back down and stop covering me as I made my way back, glad that my worrying had been for nothing (for once). "There's one condition. I told Jessup, the one in charge, that if they let the hostages go, you and your men would be willing to escort them safely out of Boulder."

"Hm." He frowned, and I suddenly felt a twinge in the pit of my stomach. "That… may be a problem. I'm glad you were able to get my people freed, but while you were over there I was contacted by the brass at McCarran. My new orders are to take out the Great Khans, hostages or not." My eyes went wide.

"You can't do that!" I said pleadingly. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the two privates being shoved out of the building where they were kept, and run towards the NCR held cover. Jessup was motioning for the Khans around him to move out of cover. "The Khans are letting the hostages go in exchange for their own freedom. That's how hostage negotiations are supposed to work!" Monroe just shook his head.

"Look, I know it's a shitty situation. But orders are orders. My hands are tied." I watched in horror as the Khans broke cover, and started walking towards the NCR troops, oblivious to what was about to happen. None of them had their weapons raised. Monroe loaded his own rifle, and turned to his troops. "Alright men, open fire!"

Jessup and the rest of the Khans barely had a second to react as the squad of NCR soldiers emerged, their rifles leveled at the advancing Khans. I could see Jessup's eyes go wide, and he yelled at me with a sneer.

"You lying sack of –" he was cut off by a staccato of gunfire that drowned out everything. Most of them didn't even get the chance to raise their guns before the hail of assault rifle fire tore through them; none of them had the chance to fire. In a manner of seconds, all the Khans lay dead on the street.

And all I could do was watch.

Everyone was silent as we made our way back to the Corvega. Even Cass seemed to know better than to attempt conversation right now. She'd been near enough to Monroe and me that she'd heard the whole thing, and even tactless as she was, she knew it'd be a bad idea to talk to me about what had gone down right now. The silence was finally broken when we reached the car.

"So, where are we going next?" Cass asked, making her way to the passenger side.

"Vegas," I said simply, doing my best to hide any emotions. All it did was make me sound like Boone. "Benny runs the Tops. With any luck, we'll get there before sundown. But there's going to be two stops we'll make before we reach the walls. We'll stop at the 188 for food and any last supplies we'll need first, and then we'll stop by your caravan. I promised we'd stop so you can pay your respects, and I keep my promises."

I was just about to get in my Corvega when an annoyingly familiar sound caught my attention. It was the all too distinct squeaking sound of a greased axle grinding against metal. Oh for fuck sake, I thought to myself. Victor. Sure enough, from behind the train station building my car was parked next to, I saw the all too familiar shape of Victor roll into view, the cowboy face on the robot smiling like always.

"Fancy meetin' you here, friend!" the robot proclaimed. I thought 'friend' was pushing it.

"How did you even get here, Victor?" I'd seen him roll along, but I'd never seen him move at anything faster than walking pace. I wasn't sure if he could've kept up with my Corvega, much less passed it to get ahead of us.

"Just rolling along on my spurs," Victor said, turning towards the Vegas skyline off to the north-west. It held a claw up, as if shielding its eyes from the desert sun. "Looks like I might just make it to New Vegas after all…"

"Did you see Benny come this way?" I asked. It had suddenly occurred to me that I didn't actually ask Jessup when Benny had betrayed them. It couldn't have been more than a day or two ago, but for all I knew the betrayal had happened just before I'd arrived. And as much as I didn't trust the robot, it seemed to have good information.

"Fancy-pants?" Victor asked, tilting slightly to one side, and holding out a claw. "Nah, I ain't seen hide-nor-hair of him since the tussle in Goodsprings. I'm sure he ran back to the soft-living of New Vegas, though."

"Did you see what happened in there?" Victor went strangely rigid, staying completely still on its single wheel. Its face-monitor flickered slightly.

"Yup. Guess it's just down to you and fancy-pants. I wouldn't worry about him. He looked all hat and no cattle, if you ask me."

"I didn't," I said bluntly. Victor rolled along the train tracks, past my Corvega, and waved at me as he passed.

"Look me up when you get to New Vegas – I'll buy the first round!" And with that, the robot started rolling off along the rail line and into the distance. I stared at Victor with narrowed eyes.

"You know," I finally said to my friends once Victor was out of sight. "He may have pulled me out of my grave… but I trust that bucket of bolts about as far as I can throw him."