Your passing down the road; simply trying to go from point A to point B. As your about 30 miles south of New Vegas, you pass by a small NCR encampment and are immediately met with a gun in your face. A woman in NCR gear points her service rifle at you, her face is dirty, her armor is rugged to say the least, and there’s very few troops at this camp, it’s clear they aren’t very well off on their luck.

She holds her rifle in your face, her expression suspicious and distrusting.

“State your business before I let you move farther citizen.”

She says with a defensive posture and a vigilant look in her eyes.