A man slowly opened his eyes as he woke up. The first thing he saw was a wood ceilings and a fan before he tried to get up. He was stopped by another sitting beside the bed he is on.

"Whoa, easy now, You have been out cold for the past couple days." A old man told him as he helped him sit up. "Relax and get your bearings." The man now to be seen as a doctor. "Let's see now bad the damage is. What's your name? Can you remember your name?" The Doc asked him. The man on the bed thought about it.

"I can't remember it clearly, only bits and pieces for now at least." The unknown man told the doc. "I do remember being called something else, a title of sorts for a job." He said as it came to him. "Six, Courier Six. I think I'll go by Courier for now." Courier told the Doc.

"Can't really say anything about that if your going to use it till you remember your real name again." The Doc told Courier. "I'm Doc Mitchell. Welcome to Goodsprings." Doc Mitchell told him. "Now can you remember what happened to you?" He asked Courier.

"No. What happened?" Courier asked him.

"You my friend were very lucky because you were shot to the head not once but twice and left for dead in a sallow grave. If that metal follow Victor hadn't found you, you would had died." Doc Mitchell told him and picked up a mirror handing it to him. Courier looked into it to see his reflection showing a pair of scars from gunshots above his left eye with is blue. He turned it to see one of them continuing along the side of his head leaving partly hidden by his black hair which was short. As he did some memories of what happened to him came up.

"I was captured. Had something the leader wanted. He knew were I was going to be. The last thing I remember was a gunshot." Courier told Mitchell as he remembered parts of what happened.

"I see, well here, I took it to see if their was anything about next of kin but it pertains to a job you must had been on and the item you speak of." Doc Mitchell told him giving him a note. It was a Mojave express order with his job title. He was to deliver a platinum chip which must had been what the checkered suit man wanted.

"Well shit." Courier said as he read the note focusing on the pentailies. 'Looks like I'm going to have to find the chip and complete the job or I'm up shit creek.' He thought to himself.

"Ok now. Lets see if we can get you off the bed and moving." Doc Mitchell said as he got up. Courier moved to get off the bed as Doc Mitchell helped him. His vision got stretched before it cleared up. "Good, you can stand. Now lets walk down the room to the vigor tester machine over there." He said pointing to the machine. The two walked to the machine with little wobbling for the Courier's part. "Now use the machine and we'll see how you body is feeling like." Doc Mitchell told Courier who used it. His stats are...

Strength 6 'it's ok.'
Perception 7 'pretty good.'
Endurance 6 'not bad.'
Charisma 8 'charming I'm I?'
Intelligence 7 'not dumb compared to most.'
Agility 6 'not the fastest but still good.'
Luck 10 "Holy hell."

"Well, I knew you had some damn good luck but not that much." Doc Mitchell said as he let out a whistle because if the luck score.

"One thing for sure, I'm likely to find some unusual stuff with my luck." Courier said as Doc Mitchell nodded. The two moved over to the next room and sat down.

"I'm going to say a word and you will say the first thing that comes to mind." Doc Mitchell told him. "Dog."
"Feed."
"House."
"Shelter."
"Night."
"Campfire."
"Bandit."
"Swiss cheese."
"Light."
"Flash."
"Mother."
Courier thought about that before saying. "Unknown for now."

"Ok then. Next I'm going to say a statement and I want you to tell me if it sounds like something you will say." Doc Mitchell tells him. "Conflict just ain't in my nature."
"Disagree. Not going to leave myself defenseless."
"I ain't given to relying on others for support."
"It depends on what I may need the support for."
"I'm always fixing to be in the center of attention."
"Disagree. Not all attention can be good."
"I'm slow to embrace new ideas."
"Disagree. Not going to make it easier for others if it works for me."
"I charge into my problems head on."
"Strongly disagree. Better to think things through when able to."

"We're close to finishing this up. Look at those and tell me what you think of when you see them." Mitchell says as he shows the first pic.
"Shadow in from under the light."
Second pic shown.
"Some piece of space age tech."
Last pic shown
"A mushroom cloud,"

"That's all there is to it. Take a look and see how it feels to you." Mitchell said as he gives the papers to him.
Skills selected: Guns, Repair, Science.

"One last thing and then that's it for you." Mitchell told Courier. "I want you to fill this form out to the best you can to get a sense of your medical history." He asks Courier who does so.
Perks chosen: Trigger Discipline, Skilled.

"Alright then. That does it." Mitchell says as he got up. "Take a look around and take anything you think may be of use. I can easily replace them." He tells Courier. Courier picks up some caps left around and some Simpacks and doctor's bags along with a couple packs of Rad-x and Rad-away. He found and repaired a 9mm sub-machine gun and made 5 Simpacks and a couple vials of antivenom with a science kit. He found a laser pistol to take apart for parts or to sell and ammo for it and 2 clips for the sub-machine gun along with a few 10mm rounds.

"Here you may find this useful." Doc Mitchell said as he give Courier a Pipboy.

"What does it do Doc?" He asked Doc Mitchell as he looked at the device.

"Heh, hell, more like what it can't. It's got a radio, clock, flashlight, compass, Geiger counter, holotape reader, a map with a GPS, you name it. It'll keep track of your vitals, too, with a little needle that pokes into you. Harmless, trust me. Locks tight onto an arm and won't come off without your say so, unless someone really wants it and is willing to saw through an arm to get at it. But on the vitals, it'll tell you where you're hurt, if you've got any poisons or toxins in your system... really, if you're going out there, it'll be a godsend. Trust me. My days of traveling were hell a lot easier with this thing. It's probably still got all the places I visited outlined on its map." Mitchell told Courier who was very surprised that he was willing to give him something like this with nothing in return.

"These were on you when you were brought in along with the note." Doc Mitchell said as he give 2 Simpacks, a bag with 23 caps in it, and a withered 10mm pistol and 32 rounds for it. Courier put most of his items in the Pipboy after being shown how to. "Your clothes were a lost cause so here." Was said as a reinforced vault jumpsuit was given to him. "This saved my life several times out there when I got into fights. I figure you could use it instead of letting it collect dust here." Doc Mitchell explained to Courier.

"Thanks for the help you had given me Doc, if there are saints, you are one. I'll repay you someday." Courier told Doc Mitchell.

"No need to do so. I was just doing my job. I would talk to Sunny Smiles before you go. She can teach you some survival tricks you can use out there. You'll most likely find her in the Saloon." Doc Mitchell tells Courier.

"Will do." He replied with a nod as left he the house.

In Equestria, Chrysalis

'Damn those ponies, this won't be the end of it. I'll make you all pay.' She thought as she was flying through the air cursing out the mane six along with Cadance. She noticed her flight path changing to put her head first to the ground and decides not to let it happen... or tries to. 'No! NO!' Chrysalis panics as she tries to move her wings to save herself from death but was unable to do so in time and crashes into the ground becoming a spat on the ground.

When it was learned of what happened to the Changeling Queen there were cheers from the other races for she won't trouble them anymore. However by some odd trick of fate, that was not the true end for Chrysalis as she is sent to another world.

Author's Note

Will be keeping track on perks but not for skills. It will be to easy for me to mix them up. Lastly yes he will regain his name in time but will only give it to those he trusts.

Perks: Trigger Discipline, Skilled.