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Chapter 1: Well, this is certainly new.

Ch 1: Well, this is certainly new.

You know how you always think that you seen strange things in the Mojave Wasteland? You know with the Super Mutant community, the Brotherhood, and being sucked up to another area entirely that wants you dead?

Then something come along even stranger than what you experience before and you begin to think. ‘Huh, you know, just when I thought the Wasteland show me something and I thought it was done, something new comes around to make me even more paranoid.’

Oh wait, before I say anything more I should introduce myself to you all.

Hello, I am the Courier, even though I have a name and all. The name’s Meddler, and before you ask, yes my mom did call me that. Probably because my nose stick’s to where it goes to and it tends to go towards trouble. Anyway I’m a mexican man with black hair and a nice shave on my face, brown eyes and all. As for what I wear?

I’ve wearing this fancy as hell Advanced Riot Gear that I escape from the hell hole named the Divide, not going back by the way, for any reason at all, ever.

I usually stick with my AMR (or short for anti-material sniper rifle) for the nice long kills, especially for those damn Deathclaws, my useful Survival Rifle that I snag from the Zions Canyons, and the shovel that I keep when I need to dig up something or bury someone. But I usually keep a few other things packed away in case of emergency, like fighting against something that ain’t a waste of ammo for my killing things.

For my survival gear it’s the basic stuff, stims, water, the bottles that take the sting out of those those damn Nightstalker’s bite, the usual shit.

Ah, and enough caps to make those guys at the Tops jealous as hell.

Right now I’m passing by that good old Cannibal Johnson place, you know the same one from the Remnants, I love those guys, especially Johnson, he stood by my side while I fought against that bitch Lanius.

Right so like I said before, I travel right by the guy cave because I felt like being alone, normally I’ll be traveling with a companion or two but for the moment I feel like being alone. Sometime I like to just wander and think, unless I have to kill some morons who disturb said thinking and such.

As the dark night fill the entire sky my mind thought about my friends and the adventures we all had before I became the new boss of Vegas, who knew that taking over the city isn’t so simple?

How am I suppose to know that being a boss means making sure everybody don’t fight all the time?

However there something that made me stop as some sort of light show came right by shack a few steps away, My left arm raise as my eyes look for the name of the spot, and lo behold! Cap Counterfeiting Shack is this place name, oh wait there Cazador all over the place. Hmm, on one hand I could just leave it be, but on the other there might be something of use to me.

Oh screw it lets find out what it is!

As my hand reach for the Survival Rifle to get ready to fight and carefully tip-toe to the light show, my IFF (I call it whatever I like) show me reds buzzing around in the NW, but there appears to be a fading and reappearing yellow.

As a precaution I took my ‘precaution grenade to blown some bastards away’ out and use V.A.T.S. to see how much I can, by the glowing balls of ghouls!

Just how many of these bugs are they!

There are like, what fifty of these things? Okay I can work with this, and with a few targets being spot with V.A.T.S. and some shots fired, with the explosion from my grenade the numbers just got lower to about, thirty.

Okay now I just, what is that?

As the lights disappear to reveal a strange bird thing.

Amber eyes look around in confusion, around them are light purple color, a white feather head, gold color like talons shuffle around, her brown wings move a bit as if it prepare to fly, the lower half of the creature seem cat like, seem like one of those things call ‘lion’.

There three feathers that are larger than the rest with the tips of them in the shade of purple.

So what do I call it? Bird-cat? Tweety-pussy? Half-breed?

Well whatever it is, it definitely needs my help with all the bugs slowly coming to her way. My left hand quickly eject the waste magazine from my rifle as a new one pop in, and so did the slaughter began.

***
(gilda)
When I took the apprenticeship of a warrior to guard the old fool, this isn’t what came up to my mind when my entire body transport to somewhere else.

After Dash left me for those pony dweebs this got me thinking on my future and what I’ll do. So when my ears hear the news of a warrior is taking in a apprentice to train to, my talons reach out for this chance and never let go.

But when the griffon told me that we need to guard an old griff who’s some powerful magic user that made me skeptical, thought the only ones who can do that stuff are those dweeb ponies, well turns out he use a wand to do his ‘work’.

However the idiot decide to make a spell to transport somegriff to make the journey easier, and the fool point his wand at me and didn’t even look as he transport me off, so I thought I’ll be in Cloudsdale or probably back in the Griffon Homelands, but no I’m in some strange place with giant flying strange bugs.

The way they came to me seem like they decide I might make a good meal, before my talon raise up to defend myself some strange thing, on its two legs with outlandish garbs on it holding a black thing with its two claws began something, a golden thing on its wrist is notice by my eyes.

It held the thing and something came out of it, it look like some strange crossbow of some kind as the attention of most of these bug things went to it, most of them went down but a few manage to hit it, it ignore the attacks as it use the weapon in its claw to attack more and more until it stop to grab a black thing and place it into the weapon.

It hit with accuracy that makes a expert marksman look like a child, finally after a while the bug things all died off.

As it put it’s weapon away it’s head turn to me, it look at me with red glowing eyes, a mask that cover its face, everything about it calls out dangerous in my mind, my instincts are demanding me to run away from it now, otherwise it will get me to.

But my body refuse to move, refuse to even make a tug as it slowly walks to me, but it stop just three steps from me, it body is higher than myself, my head only reach up to its stomach if my eyes didn’t deceive me, but what confuse me even more is that it crouch down to my level, letting me see it on my level.

It then spoke something, a language that my mind couldn’t understand at all.

There is a moment of silence as we both look at each other as it then began to remove its mask thing, which is a helmet as a tan face with fur on its head with brown eyes look at me, its eyes are fill with gentleness and no hostility.

My nose can practically smell the musk of male on this creature, and the fact it, he hadn’t shower for so long. He then spoke again, this time in a gentler tone to me, but once more my ears didn’t understand him at all. this brought a frustration that I can understand so well. But he look around, trying to see something, he put his helmet on his head and lower his hand down, now I may not understand his words, but that don’t mean that what he is saying is a no brainer.

He took out his weapon again as he began pointing in the direction behind him as he charge ahead, there are shouts and the same loudness of the weapon like of his this went out for a minute or two as silence came.

After a while he came back to me with some blood on him, there isn’t and wounds as far as my eyes can see, which means the ones he attack are the ones who got their blood on him. He came back down to my level with his claw, they don’t look like claws now that my eyes can see the details of them, they don’t have a sharpness on them.

He put his weapon away on his back as he spoke again in a gentle tone, now normally I would reject his limb but my brain told me not to reject him no matter what. Because lets face it, I’m in an unknown territory, with no way of knowing where I am, where to find food, and probably to look out for.

He’s my best chance of surviving of wherever I am.

So my left talon took his fore limb as he shake it and got up. He look around before walking, but he stops to turn his head to me with his body motion ‘Follow me.’ And so my body did as I came up to him right by his side.

Hopefully my mind didn’t made the wrong choice about this thing.

***
(meddler)
Okay news of the day Meddler, one you found this hybrid in the middle of nowhere and about to be a Cazador snack. You stop that and try to make it your friend, only problem is that some ‘assassins’ from the remaining Legion try to kill you, and you pay back with bullets in their body. Now you somehow gotten this creature trust you and it, honestly it looks female. I could be wrong but hey it’s a possibility.

Now all I got to do is make sure she stay with me to my place, and without stupid people try to get information, easier said than done.

As it, she came up by my side with a look of somewhat trust on her face, hey I can’t blame her for not wanting to run away from me, I probably might eat her in her point of view. I’m lucky enough that I manage to get her to follow me.

So we been walking in silence for a good hour and a half until we reach the outer gates of Vegas, I notice some member of the Kings by it. “Sup guys?” I call out. They acknowledge me but notice my new friend. “What’s that?”

“A pal of mine, please tell the King that she is going to be a guest of mine and I don’t want to cause trouble with the rest of you guys or anyone else. She’s lost, probably scare and confuse. So please spread the word that if anyone try to mess with Feathers here is going to have a problem with me.”

The guy held up his hands. “Don’t worry pal, we understand you travel with strange companions, beside you help us so much buddy, no way anyone want to mess with your pals.” My head nod. “Just clarifying the situation, but you gotta admit there are those who are stupid enough to try to attack me.”

One of them sigh. “True that, true that, later Courier.” My eyes roll as my right hand open the door to allow myself and ‘Feathers’ inside. Honestly the name came up to me, now that one problem is over with another one is gnawing in my head, how to make her understand me. I know for a fact she is intelligent, but she probably speaks and understand a whole different language.

Question is how the hell am I, oh wait! The brains at the Bowl, they work for me now! Oh I almost forgot about them, maybe they got a translator or something to help communicate with Feathers, but I need someone to keep an eye on her, hmm.

We walk through the streets as the corner of my eyes began to notice her looking around in, shock, surprise, and sadness? Hmm, maybe she never seen a place like this before, if so then she’s bloody lucky. Hopefully this won’t bother her too much, can’t help her out if she’s too afraid, but then again can’t blame her for that, probably in a different culture and way of life at all.

Which reminds me that if Dr. Klein don’t have a translator thing then he or someone could build one? Its not impossible, but it might take sometime.

A shout came as a thug try to attack me and Feathers, my hand went to the pistol as my V.A.T.S. activate on the two thugs as my aim took to their heads, one shot to number one, then shot number two hit them with two idiots dead.

My view turn to Feathers in pure shock as she saw me kill to guys. I really hope she isn’t having seconds thoughts about following me, if she did then it would be much harder in finding out where she came from. I gave a quick jog to see what they got and nothing. Of course, these thugs never gotten anything good.

So my body went back to its original position to the door, my head turn to see her standing there for a while, but soon she steadily went up by me with a small look of fear in her eyes.

Again, I can’t blame her for that, to her I must look like a monster that can kill her in a snap of a fingers.

Thankfully she knows I’m her best bet of surviving, so we both continued on to the gate of the Strip, the Securitron Mark II stood in their everlasting duty against trespassers.

We stop before them as my mouth open to greet them. “Yo guys, listen up, this here is my new friend, which means she is allow in the Strip whenever she wants, that means she is grant access to Lucky 38 with the rest of the gang. Got it?”

The gatekeeper gave a acknowledgement. “Of course sir, new data has been enter and all Securitrons now have this information.”

My head nod. “Good.”

“Have a nice day.”

As my feet began to move my head turn to Feathers, she look a bit hesitant at me and the machines, with a motion of my hand she slowly follow me in. I have to admit she got guts to go through with this whole thing. That makes me respect her somewhat.

As we enter in the Strip a chuckle escape from me as Feather eyes widen and her beak open of the sights of this place.

After letting her gaze around we both move to my place, the tall building name Lucky 38, as we both enter in my ears heard a familiar voice. “So how you been Cass, haven’t heard from you for a while.”

And there behold a man of Caucasian heritage with a red beret on his head and sunglasses hiding his eyes, his body cover by 1st recon survival armor with a sniper rifle on his back, in his hand holds a drink as he lean on the bar table.

Before him is a woman of the same heritage with a cowboy hat on her head, she wore a brown jacket with a button shirt underneath and some jeans and boots. Behind her back is a Caravan shotgun, in her glove hand is a bottle of Moonshine. She gave off a laugh as she gave a small drink.

“Well mister ‘Go off and be a guard for the caravans’ I decide to help Meddler into the business side of the new job he got, all he pays me is booze and a place to sleep, with a meal and a place over my head. Honestly that’s all I need. Nice to see you around here Boone.”

He nod his head. “True, I hear that Meddler sometime travel around even though he’s the new boss of this place, still can’t believe that he manage to kick out both NCR and the Legion. Who knew?”

Cass gave a small laugh. “Hopefully it won’t go to his head, he don’t need all that ego you know!” Boone shake his hand as he took a small drink.

“You know he’s a modest guy, no way he’ll have all that ego get suck up to his head.” told Boone.

“Yeah but, hey there Meddler how are you doing? Guess who’s, what the fuck is that!” shout Cass as she and Boone notice my new pal, my hands raise up in defense as my mouth spoke. “Hey guys take it easy, she ain’t around here, she lost and confuse as fuck. So please for my sake take it easy with her. Also she can’t understand us seeing that she probably from somewhere else.”

Their expressions became less tense as they lean on the bar. “Alright Meddler, since she came in with you she’s a friendly?” ask Boone cautiously, hey we all have to be careful on who we trust sometime in the Wasteland.

My head nod. “Yeah, she’s no threat, but is probably scared shitless by my presence.” Cass interrupt me. “Well this is you we are talking about Meddler.” joke Cass, my eyes roll. “Yeah, yeah, hardy, har har. I’m a scary guy, that is really funny Cass. Anyway I’m taking her up to the suites and grab a few things, I’m heading out and I appreciate it if you guys can keep an eye on her, if I guess right she doesn’t know the danger of the Wasteland at all, and I don’t mean the things you have to keep an eye out.”

They both nod in understanding of what I meant, there are worse things in the Mojave than the usual stuff.

My attention turn to Feathers as my hand motion her to follow me to the elevator as we both head up to the suites, we exit out to the many rooms of this place, as my feet took me to my room, my hands opening the door (for privacy mind you), and open up the weapons locker my search began to find the Transport thing to the Bowl.

As a precaution I grab my plasma pistol and put away my Survival Rifle, including putting away my shovel and AMR for my Mercenary's Grenade Rifle, and my Super Heat fist of DOOM! I know it’s call something else but I don’t give a single fuck.

After finding it my body turn to Feathers, it took me an hour for her to understand that I need her to stay here for now, with me pointing my finger down on the ground while my other finger point at her, and pointing to me while the other pointing to the door.

You know the idea of me making drawings came to my mind but there’s a problem, one my drawing are shit, and two there aren’t enough paper to use, much less pencils.

So after giving her the message and exiting out of 38 and using the thing my hopes came up as to think of helping poor Feathers in the situation she is dealt with.

***
(gilda)
So he’s gone.

Well that is to be expect after all. He did told me to stay here for a while, problem is that he didn’t say how long though. There is nothing to do here, sure I could look through his stuff but then that would be a tad bit rude, meaning he could take it the wrong way and might rape me, kill me, and eat me, and in that order as well.

But what else am I suppose to do but sit around? I’m BORED! Here I am in some other place with no way of talking to the dweebs here and,

My stomach growl as my right talon held onto it, huh guess its been a while since I had gotten the chance to eat yet. So that could be something I can do right? Eat, and probably sleep. Not else to do around here. So after looking around and, WHOA!

There is this, freaking strange dog right before me, metal all around it, some of it on the dog and it’s brain is cover by glass. What the talon is this creature? I know its a dog but still! My attention turn to some floating ball thing with metal sticking out of it looks at me, what is this thing?

My mind boggle as these two, things just look at me, my body react in fear as my body move back, but only to stop when my flank hit something, my head turn to see a burnt being with skin strange and, and with that my mind couldn’t take with all that has been dealt with this place as it just shut down and my body fall down on the strange rug ground.

***
(Cass)
“Okay I have to ask, what the fuck is this?” ask Raul as me and Boone enter in the suite, we both see Feather knock out on the ground with ED-E floating by and Rex cautiously sniffing her. The ghoul look pretty confuse and honestly who can blame him? Not everyday when you see something as strange as Feathers come around these parts.

“Hey Raul, that’s Feather, she someone that Meddler found during one of his ‘walk’s’, and decide to bring her in, and if you’re wondering where he went, he just said ‘heading to the Bowl’.” Raul head nods from Boone explanation.

“Ah, so are we going to carry her on the beds then?” both me and Boone sigh as we all agreed that it would be funny to leave her there, it wouldn’t be right when Meddler comes back. So with the combine help of me, Boone, and Raul we carry her on the bed, but after words we talk about how much she weighs.

“Jesus Christ! She’s a fucking ton and a half!” told Raul, Boone shakes his head. “No, she probably weigh just about 220 pounds or something.” While my shoulders shrug as my back lean on a wall.

“Don’t matter now, say how long until Meddlers come back anyway?”

Raul shrug.

“With him? Hell if I know.”

***
(meddler)
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU NEED PARTS TO BUILD A TRANSLATOR THAT BIG?”

Klein move back a bit from my outburst. “Well to simple put we need parts in order to make it that big. We never work with this type of size before and we got to make sure it works right.”

My hand slap to my uncover face as a sigh escape from my mouth. “How much do you need?”

“Oh just a few sensor modules, a few fissions batteries, maybe a few electronics here and there.” told Doctor 0, and at once my mind slowly regret this whole thing but hey perhaps there might be some good out of all of this.

***
(arcade)
“So how long until you think Feathers there wakes up?” Cass ask, Boone look at her with a raise eyebrow. “Normally a few hours, but we can’t say for sure since we never seen something like her before.”

As my body enter in to see the two talk they turn to me. “Oh Arcade! Didn’t know you came to visit, what's up?” normally I wouldn’t be here since I’m busy with the Followers, but sometime I visit Meddlers place time to time to catch up with the guy. However what came to a surprise is the fact Cass and Boone are talking about someone I never got the chance to meet.

“So who’s ‘Feathers’?” my question came out, Boone point his finger to the beds, my head went by the door to take a quick peak as my eyes see a hybrid of a bird and a cat. My attention turn to the two. “You gotta be shitting me.”

They both shake their heads.

A sigh escape from me.

“Meddler?”

They both nod their head.

“Of course, whenever something new comes up, he is always connected with it. Okay how did this happen?”

“Better sit down on this one Arcade,” is all Cass said as they both explain on what they know about what had happen. So Meddler went on of his ‘walk’s’ and discover something odd, next thing he knew he found Feathers and brought her here, and up and left to the Bowl finding something of use, and well Feathers just pass out by seeing Raul, she probably never meet a ghoul before.

“Huh, you know this wasn’t what I expect when I came up here, but then again this is Meddler we are talking about, unexpect things are always his schticks after all.

“Anyway have you guys heard from Lily or Veronica?” sadly they both shook their heads. “Last I heard from Lily is when she left to see her old home and Veronica is still with those Brotherhood guy’s. So its a bit hard for her to meet up with us, but we try.” told Boone, a sigh escape from me as my head shakes.

Sometime I miss those two, even if one is using medication and the other is with the Idiots in armor they’re nice people.

“Well if Meddler going to be out for a while, may as well sleep for a while.” I said, both Boone and Cass agreed with me. “It probably gonna take him a while to get back here.” said Boone. “Who knows, maybe Meddler is in a pool full of woman and is enjoying himself.” joke Cass.

***
(meddler)
“OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD! WHY ARE THEY HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE!” My legs carry as fast as they could, my head quickly turn to see Night Stalkers chasing after me, honestly I thought I got rid of them all the last time I pass here, I had a pretty good feeling a certain doctor save some for some test.

“DAMN YOU ALL! I’M GONNA MAKE YOU PAY, OW! YOU FUCKER!” My plasma pistol came out to blast random shots at them. “WHY! JUST WHY!”

***
(gilda)
My eyes slowly open to see the old red paint on the wall, my head slowly rise as my nose smelt something cooking. It took my mind a while to remember what happen, then it came back to me. The travel by magic, the meeting of the strange guy, seeing the strange creature, even that one thing.

Guess my mind couldn’t handle it all.

My body slowly rise as my talons land on the ground, slowly my nose follow the aroma of food to what seem to be the kitchen to see the one in the hat with the pair of glasses on his face. He took something out of the pan and place it on the plate. It smell familiar somehow, the creature with the hat, who looks like a guy, turn to see me.

He took a plate and place it on the table, he spoke something, and again can’t understand a single word. But from what I can tell he seem to indicate that he made something and one of the plates is for me. My right talon move the chair out to let me sit to see an, omelet?

“Well at least they aren’t ponies.” my mouth mutter as my mouth began eating from a bite, honestly its not half bad. Not like back home but hey could be worse. They’re actually are quite chewy.

They kept at talking and seem to be discussion something, what I don’t know and honestly don’t care right now, right now I’m focus on eating this food, or at least until the door opens with a slam.

Our heads turn to see the guy who brought me here with a different look, same cloths and all but it looks a bit damage, even the way he walk seems like he had a long day, he had something in his left talon thing as he brought it on the table by me and slowly walks out. It look like some sort of headgear, or more like a helmet covering the entire backside with it covering the sides and it end at the front, it looks more like a helmet than a head covering. Thing is its probably fit for someone like, oh.

With my talons starting to shake they gently grab the thing in fear of letting it go apart by the mere force being place on it. My talons slowly turn it around as it is upon my head, at first nothing happen, then something click and my mind feel nauseous the moment my talons let go of it.

My mouth shut in fear of letting my food going back out of my stomach.

That’s when my ears hear the language that couldn’t be understand, became common as if my life never change at all.

“So what is that thing you gave her anyway Meddler?”

My head quickly turn to see Sunglasses speaking with the one who brought me here. “A translator that also works like a helmet, no offense Boone but I am dead tired.”

”I had to travel all around the Bowl, scounge for the items to even make it, and got attack by Night Stalkers, Crazies and killer plants. I been hit in so many places and had to use my Stimpaks to restore myself and lets not forget me staying up the entire night to even get here.“

“So forgive me if I’m a bit snappy right now, if you excuse me I’m getting some shut eye.” with a shuffling of movement and with a slam door shut Sunglasses sigh. He turn back to the room I’m in to see me.

“Can you understand?”

And with that my mouth open to speak.

“Yeah, I do.” He gave a sigh which sound of relief. “That’s good. Now you probably have tons of questions to ask, I’ll answer a few but I can’t promise I get all of them.” He sat down beside me with a chair turn around for him to lean on. “Normally Meddler be doing these type of things but as you probably heard he’s not in the talking mood.”

My questions start out simple, where I am, who they are, the simple stuff. He told me his name is Boone, they are a species call Homo Sapien, or in other words Humans. He told me that we are in a place call the Mojave Wasteland, we live in the after effects of a war and are basically surviving.

Soon my questions gotten more and more bold, about the one who I met name Raul, about the flying thing call ED-E, everything about the Wasteland and the dangers with in. But my heart became even more despair as the information came to me. That they never heard of my homeland, my kind, even Equestria with all of those puny ponies.

My mind almost break down until my questions came to the one who brought me here.

“Who Meddler? Well, that’s a bit of a strange tale. We don’t know much of his past and he don’t usually tell us about it, all we know is that he’s a Courier who does odd jobs, or rather was a Courier, now he’s the boss of this entire place. And let me tell you, if you think that’s strange, well the stories he said are even stranger.”

“And trust me, we been traveling with him for sometime to know he isn’t a tall tale sort of guy.”

And so he told me of the factions that use to reside in the Mojave, the NCR, the Legion, how he took over Vegas with the Securitrons and how he finish Mr. House. He told me of the remaining factions that remain on his good side, the Followers, the Brotherhood, those who live in the Mojave.

Then he told me of the stories that surround Meddler, the Zion canyon, to Big MT, to even a place call the Sierra Madre. My mind almost lost it of all the tales, strange tribes? Brains held by globes, even the dead walk with clouds that can kill you?

But that isn’t the kicker, when I decide to ask if there is anything else he stop and look away with a sad look. He then spoke. “Well there is one, but that isn’t for me to say, let just say that there is one story beside his life he will never tell at all. Even to us.”

“What’s that?”

“The Divide.”

The door open to reveal a yellow hair man with the same color as the other two who I saw before, his glasses are lift up by his ‘hand’ with a look of surprise, he look like some sort of healer of sorts. “Boone, is Feathers awake?”

A snort came from me.

“‘Feathers’? The names Gilda, and who are you suppose to be dweeb?” He response with a laughter. “Dweeb? That’s the best you got? Wow that’s terrible, as for me I’m Arcade. Nice to meet you ‘Feathers’.” He laugh a bit more, before a insult came from me someone else came through.

The woman with the hat.

“What’s so funny?” she ask, Arcade turn to her wiping a tear from his face. “Oh sorry Cass, it just that ‘Feathers’ over here is a girl with a name call Gilda! And she call me ‘dweeb’!” She look away with a shaking head.

“Can’t believe I’m agreeing with you there Arcade, but that is a weak insult, hell I can do more than saying dweeb.”

My eyes glare at the two of them as they both laugh and chuckle. “Anyway that’s all I can say, if you excuse me I got to leave. Got another job heading to Goodspring for me.” told Boone as he got up, all three shook their hands together with Boone as he head out.

“So you guys all know each other?” my question point towards Arcade and the one call Cass. He gave a small chuckle. “Oh yeah, you can say that we all met by Meddler one way or another. There are more but Lily is gone to her old home, and well Veronica is with her group, the Brotherhood.

“Want us to tell you some adventures about we all had? Pass the time until our ‘leader’ wakes up.” suggest Arcade, a small smile open up as my head nod. “Sure, go ahead.” As he and Cass sit down in front of me they both recall how they met Meddler, for Cass its when he use to run an errand for a group call the Crimson Caravan.

He persuade her to give up her company, but they both found out that two groups who are both the heads of the Crimson Caravan and the Silver Rush try to kill her business. Which got her piss off and demands their heads. Meddler persuade her again they can bring them down with NCR, which they did.

For Arcade he said that Meddler came to Old Mormon Fort in Vegas where the Followers reside, and talk a bit with him. After some adventures here and there they brought up the Remnants and convince one of its members to help Meddler to take the Dam that the NCR use to held down.
The Remnants are part of an old military group call the Enclave that died out in the past, Arcade father was part of them as well. He had an idea to go with Meddler to the battle but he convince him to stay with the Followers which is a good thing.

They told more adventures about the others who travel with this fame person, the Super Mutant Lily, the ghoul who I met name Raul, and Veronica as well.

But the more I hear about these adventures with this figure, the more I know that no matter what Meddler won’t give up a friend at all, that he will side with them, even if the adventure or mission is suicidal or if there is a easier way out he isn’t going to give them up.

Even if he just met them for a few hours he would consider them trustful, which is saying much considering where we are in. He also said that Meddler got strong sense of right and wrong, that’ll he won’t shoot someone even if they annoy him, best bet is that he’ll beat them up till they give up.

But that don’t mean he has a dark side when he see something he don’t like. They told me that he slit the throat of a man who shot him in the head, that he and Boone with EDI head to Caesar base to slaughter them all because the way they do things, that he has ways to get into people he can use. On one half that is scary, but in another it makes sense.

You have to do what you can to survive.

Arcade told me that Meddler still thought of that when he first meet them all, I ask what did he felt. Arcade just shrug and told me at first he didn’t trust Meddler the same, only way for Meddler to trust you is to travel with you and talk with him until he view you as a friend. He also said that he and the others are call the ‘Courier Companions’, it’s a nickname that many of the Mojave use since these guys been with Meddler for quite a while.

And speaking of nickname he told me that whenever Meddler meets new people who hang out with him he give nicknames to them. For example Arcade nickname is ‘Mad Doctor’ and Cass nickname is ‘Boozy’. So they assure me that I’m not the only victim of his nickname fetish.

The hours pass as they told stories of what they did when they travel with Meddler, it became around the evening time when our stomachs growl. “Oops, guess we’re starving, hang on.” He got to see what to eat, he took out some steak and some cans. “Here some Brahiam steak and some Cram.”

“Its the only thing we got for now, hang on I know there some Nuka-Cola.” add Cass, after they got the drinks and food they began eating, after a while I began digging in as well, beggars can’t be choosers right?

As we all ate together we heard a bark as Rex came in smelling the food with his tail wagging. “Rex don’t, you already ate earlier.” told Arcade, he gave a pitiful whine as finally Cass gave him a bit of steak. He gave a happy bark as he began eating.

“You can’t ignore him when he’s begging.” told Cass, Arcade sighs as he return eating. “Yeah I know, but still.”

After finishing the food we heard a groan as our heads turn to see Meddler without his helmet and gear on him, he wore a simple pair of pants with a white shirt. “Hey guys, give me a moment.” told Meddler as he pass by us to open the fridge to get some strange looking water.

He finish as he turn to us. “So how’s the helmet?” he ask to me.

My shoulders shrug. “Well it’s good for now and probably won’t be a hassle so, yeah.” My gaze didn’t turn away as he sat down by me. “Well?” he said, my eyebrow made an arch. “What?”
“Are you going to say it?”

“Say what?”

“Let me explain it to you. ‘Thank you for taking me and and providing for me as you try to find a way for me to talk to you all and not get screw by anyone. Again thank you Meddler for deciding to save me and not letting me rot.’” Arcade try to hold back the laughter as Meddler does a poor job of impersonating me.

He probably did it on purpose.

“You’re so annoying dweeb!” This cause him look at me, his facial expression began to change, from a neutral look to a look that he’s trying to hold back laughter, but it became too much as he fell on the ground holding his sides and just laugh.

“My God! Is *snerk* Is that all you got?” he went back laughing as his cheeks became red from all the laughter, finally he stop as he gather his breath and slowly got up. “I have to admit, that is the most pathetic insult I ever heard of all times, and trust me I heard worse insults thrown at me.”

My cheeks for some reason became warm, why I got no idea. He sat down with his talons, hands, almost made the mistake right there. One of my earlier question to Boone is of the things on their wrist, he just said they’re hands. Its a bit strange to say but it make some sort of sense.

Anyway he sat down wiping the tears away from his face.

“Ha, ha, ha! Ah I need that Feathers,” before I correct him Arcade spoke for me. “Her name is Gilda, Meddler.” He look at me real quick and just shrug. “ Well at least its not silly than what I originally thought before. Still Feathers is a nice nickname.” His position change as he lean on forward on the chair, with his hands together and just looking at me with a stare unlike anything my mind could think of before.

Once I thought staring right in a dragon eyes is consider dangerous, but looking at Meddler, it made me shiver with fear that never appear before in my entire life.

Just what is he?

“Now then Gilda, I know you got questions and probably got answers for them, understandable. However its my turn to ask a few questions now. We already know your name, now I wish to know where you are from, because there is no fucking way you’re from around here. You’re too naive, too innocent, too clean to walk these lands. So Gilda please tell me, just where are you from?”

And with that my mouth open like a floodgate and everything that came from my mind, my memories just reach his ears, he didn’t even move from his position as he kept that stare, just look at me with the emotionless expression. My attention never turn away from him as my mouth kept going and going until he raise his left hand.

I still don’t know why I blurt out so much to him like that, I just took one look at him with his body in that form saying ‘Tell me what you know and I will decide on your fate.’ My body shake with fear and uncertainty as he just look and tap his hand with his right finger. Finally be breaths out and sigh.

“Well, that explains much then.”

My attention finally turn to Arcade. “Meddler you’re not serious thinking that she,” he held up a hand and just look at him. “Arcade we been through strange shit, we both know I been through stranger shit. So Feathers here saying she’s from another place that has magic and got transported here isn’t that crazy.”

“Trust me when I say this dude, I seen strange shit in my lifetime. Remember that I got transport not once, but twice to different places that seem damn impossible to see or believe. Beside Feathers here is proof enough that what she say is true. Question is how are we going to take her back to her home?”

This gotten a surprise look from me and Arcade. “W-What?” He turn to me, this time with a gentler look in his eyes. “Gilda I’ll be honest, you don’t belong here. You came here by a simple accident and need to leave, this entire Wasteland? It’ll change you for worse than better, the things here will haunt you.”

He thinks I can’t watch out for myself? I’m a griffon for crying out loud! We are descendents of warriors, fighting is in our blood, and this guy just tell me that I’m not ready for these lands? But another part of me, deep in me agree with him. I should be angry that he insult me as such but, but there are things here that make me sick, people who eats others?

Monsters that can easily kill you? Even the land itself can kill you just by standing there if you aren’t careful.

I’m just so confuse right now.

My mind snap back into reality as the familiar talking of the two came to my ears. “You know no one actually has that type of technology, hell I don’t think those glass brains at MT got anything like that.” told Arcade. “Then what the hell are we suppose to do? She can’t stay here forever, sooner or later we got to find a way to get her out of here.” reason Meddler.

Arcade groan as he rub his eyes. “I’m not arguing with you Meddler, but we have to face the facts, we need a bloody miracle if we can,”

“Hey there boss!” our attention turn to Raul in his strange black cloths, with a quick glance Meddler facial expression turn from worry to joy in a snap. “RAUL!” he ran to the ghoul and gave him a hug. “How’re you doing buddy?”

“Easy boss, I’m a old man remember?” Meddler let go, but his laughter didn’t cease the moment he hug the strange looking dude. “Yet you still can shoot faster than even I can!” A small smile appear from Raul face as it went quickly away.

“Nice to see you still happy like the idiot you are, but there’s a problem boss.” His expressions change to serious as the laughter died away. “What happen? Is it Fiends?” Raul shook his head. “No, but there seem to be something in the,”

A loud explosion came out as a loud voice can be hear of those who understand my language.

“FOOLISH FOALS! DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO YOU ARE DEALING WITH?”

And on cue all three sigh.

“Please tell me its a Legion, just please oh please Raul tell me its one of those bastards.” said Meddler in a hopeful tone, Raul sighs again. “I could lie to you if you want boss but I guess it’s something like birdy over there.”

Meddler sighs as he shakes his head. “Give me a moment,” he turn his head to Arcade. “Good here?” My head turn to the blond man as he nod his head. “Don’t worry, I’m not heading anywhere.” Meddler attention turn to me. “Hey Feathers, you better come with me, if its someone where you come from then its best for you to translate for us.”

He went out of the dinner room as my talons slowly move as me and Raul move to the metal door to wait for Meddler.

He came out wearing his garbs when we first met, but this time he got some serious firepower, or at least I think its serious with all the things on him, and since Raul tone gives me an idea from his tone.

“You’re serious boss? Isn’t all that overkill?”

“Please Raul, remember what I say. Nothing say prepare than having powerful weapons on your side.”