[ EU ] The Lone Wanderer does not leave Vault 101 when ( s ) he is 19 , but instead escapes it after taking the GOAT when ( s ) he his 16 . Seven years later , in 2281 , ( s ) he is in New Vegas , and meets the Courier .

Did... Did you just prompt on my favorite game series ever? Well then... 
 
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 *Blue Moon... You knew just what I was there for... You heard me saying a prayer for... someone I really could care for... * 
 
 The man with glasses and a hole in his head walked into the Tops casino and scanned the room. No sign of Benny yet. The tables were full of gamblers, diners and drinkers in various sates of mind. Sober, drunk, poor, rich, winners, losers. Thinking he'd just need to wait for a couple of hours for Benny to show up, the spectacled mind decided to grab a drink. One of the patrons caught his eye. He was standing at the bar, nursing a whisky, and was wearing a Vault suit with various bits of metal welded to it as crude armor. He was conspicuously unarmed, like all the patrons, but the man's expert eyes could make out the outline of a laser pistol hidden under his suit, mirroring his own 9mm in a hidden pocket of his duster. More importantly, the vault-suited man had a Pip-boy, like his own. 
 
 Now that's something you do n't see that often in the wastes. 
 
 Deciding he'd try and learn more, the spectacled man waved the waitress over for a whisky and went to stand at the bar next to the vault-suited patron. Seeing his new drinking buddy, Vault-Man turned to him with a genuine smile. 
 
 `` Howdy, pardner'', he said. `` I think that's what you're supposed to say in these parts. At least, that's what that one-wheeled cowboy robot said...'' 
 `` Victor? You've met Victor? 
 `` Of course. Nobody who's interesting can make it through the Mojave Wasteland without running into that delusional bag of bolts. And you look like someone interesting too. Where'd you come from?'' 
 
 *I could n't feel any better, or I'd be saaaaaaaaad* 
 
 That was a question he'd heard before. The answer was clear. `` The grave. You?'' 
 `` I could say the same. A bigger grave than yours I'm sure, but a grave nonetheless. Who are you, then, to cheat death like it ai n't nothing?'' 
 `` I am... was... am a courier with the Mojave Express, nothing more.'' 
 `` Ah, a Courier. I've met another one of you on my way west. He was somethin'. Strange detail I remember, though, he had an Old World flag on his duster... That ring a bell?'' 
 `` No.'' Something had made the Courier's skin crawl though. `` Your way west? You come from the east then? You with the Legion?'' 
 
 *Why do n't you do right, like some other men do? * 
 
 `` Nah, I'm not with them. I come from farther out east, where the Legion would actually be considered progress. I did cross their territory on my way here though.'' 
 `` You crossed Legion territory? Alone?'' 
 `` Man, I come from a place where bombs from the Great War still litter the ground. The only human beings you see are either coked-out assholes like them Fiends you got there, or are destined to be enslaved, raped or eaten, not necessarily in that order. The only other people you have are nutjob power-armored zealots fighting endless armies of Super Mutants like those that have your NCR shitting themselves in the hills. I made my way through all that to get out of there. Trust me, a bunch of jumped-up tribals like the Legion were n't gon na stop me.'' 
 
 The Courier was n't about to dispute that. The fire in Vault Man's eyes was proof enough that he could, and did, do exactly what he said. It was a fire the Courier knew all too well, the kind that could drive a man to gut a Deathclaw with a rusty Ripper if it came to that. 
 
 `` Anyway'', continued Vault Man, `` what brings you out here, friend?'' 
 `` Unfinished business.'' 
 `` Ah, if I had a cap everytime I heard that one... Last guy who had unfinished business to settle was a man set on fire and thrown in a canyon. You do n't have anything like that, do you?'' 
 `` Not so bad. But a guy did shoot me in the head, some time ago. That's what I'm here for. He owns this place.'' 
 
 *In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red... Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead... * 
 
 `` What? Your mark runs with the Chairmen? Man, you must really want him, to run into their den like it's nothing...'' 
 `` Not like it's nothing. I do n't have a plan, I'm making it all up as I go along. Last time I did that... Well, last time I did that, I negotiated a hostage situation with some Great Khans, but I'm dealing with bigger fish now.'' 
 
 At that moment, the elevator doors opened and Benny walked in. The Courier had almost drawn his gun and started shooting, when he realised Benny was n't alone. Four armed guards trailed him close, SMGs at the ready. How like the chief of the Chairmen to stack the odds in his favor. The Courier turned towards Vault-Man. 
 
 `` Hey, listen, you look like you can handle yourself. Wan na tag along with me for a while? I can use the extra firepower, and there's a bunch of caps and an introduction to Mr. House in it for you'' 
 `` Hah, keep your caps, I've got more money than I can spend anyway. I've got nothing better to do though, and you look like a guy who gets in trouble often. I like trouble. And meeting Mr. House is a pretty good deal sweetener.'' 
 `` Great. My guy just walked into the room. Let's go.'' 
 
 With hands on their guns, both men walked casually towards Benny and his goons. 
 
 *Like the fellow once said, ai n't that a kick in the heaaaaaaaaaaaad!! *
