You were walking through the Mojave Wasteland; you weren't specifically searching for anything but just looking for any jobs to get some caps to get into the Strip.

It was night out, and the air was cold and eerie. You spot a town, lit up, and you head town to it before seeing crucified bodies and flame lit around the town. A lot of burned debris and ruined houses filled the town.

A group of men were stood at the entrance of a large building. All legionaries, though one stood out. He wore a vexillarious fox hat. Vulpes Inculta.