A Caesar's Legion recruit is chasing you down, machete in hand-- perhaps he wants to lash you to a cross! Suddenly, you hear something.

BOOM!! SPLATCH!

Suddenly, the legionnaire has a gaping hole in his chest; blood was leaking everywhere. He falls over dead, and your savior reveals herself.

You look behind the recently dead legionnaire, to see a woman in a battle damaged Enclave officer uniform with a ten-gallon hat-- and... is that a mechanical arm she has...?

The woman casually spins her lever-action shotgun and casually blows the smoking barrel. She smiles at you, walks over to you and offers you a hand.

"Howdy, pardner-- sorry 'bout the mess! Can't stand them Legion folks. You alright?" she asks you with a thick southern drawl.