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// prologue (remastered) 
// Story: a tale of two couriers 
// by Vaultdweller101 
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authors note: okay so i realize that the spelling is horrible but at least read till the end of chapter 1.


The Courier opened the door to see Ulysses with his back turned, holding onto a laser pistol after losing everything else in the Divide.   Ulysses looked especially infuriated without Red Glare at hand. The Courier silently reached into his dusters upper pocket when Ulysses turned around to the Courier and shot the gun right out of his hand.
"So you thought you could take me by surprise Courier?" breathed Ulysses through his mask.
The Courier had only one option left, his industrial hand, he hated using it because the noise attracted muties like Fiends to drugs.  With a sigh the Courier pulled up his right sleeve and flipped a little switch on the side of the gauntlet as it buzzed to life he charged at his once fellow courier.

"I’ll give it too you ... you aren’t half bad without a gun," Ulysses admitted, "If I know my guns, and trust me I do, you only have one shot left in that revolver and I’ll bet 500 caps it can't get through ranger armour.”   Before the Courier could retort, Ulysses shot his industrial hand, rendering it useless.
As a fist fight to the death ensued out of the couriers duster fell a small orange pistol.
"Oh crap I forgot all about my transportalponder!" thought the Courier.

He caught it in a quick lunge mere seconds Ulysses form landed on top of him. The Courier’s hand slipped pulling the trigger. As he was going through the normal blue vortex which always seemed to relax him for some reason as he thought to himself, "What if Ulysses tagged along for the ride!?”
His concern was justified, Big Mountain tech was the most advanced on the planet after all, but where they landed was not Big Mountain or the Sink, Hell it didn't even show up on the Pip-boy map. Ulysses was rendered unconscious, a common happening when teleporting for the first few times.   Exploiting the moment of weakness, he took the opportunity to take some stimpacks and energy packs off of him. After feeling the prick of the stimpack needle puncture his skin, he felt considerably energized.   In an odd way, he could practically feel his previous bruises and cuts heal.   With his renewed vigor, he picked up is unconscious “friend” and head out, unsure of what the future would bring the two of them.

He now had two shots for his red glare, a flag, a crap-ton of microfusion cells and even a microfusion breeder cell which meant one energy weapon would not need reloading. After what felt like hours of walking with Ulysses strung over his back, the knocked out man finally began to wake up.  
“Where the hell are we?” Ulysses asked, his confusion still showing through the breathing apparatus he wore.
“Beats me,” the Courier replied, “Usually it shows up on my pip-boy … but seeing  as not a single bomb hit this place it would be safe to assume we’re in Zion.”
“Zion?” questioned Ulysses, now trying to focus on the Courier while clutching his head.  
“You have to be the one guy in the Mojave not to have heard of Zion Park…” the Courier remarked with considerable annoyance of having to play twenty questions with Ulysses, “The park is one of the few places on the continent that wasn’t hit by the bombs.”
They started to walk again this time north west.

I was fiddling with the transportalponder to see if I could at least get it too power up again. Ulysses stopped where he stood and grabbed my old duster. It was tattered and full of bloody bullet holes and sand, but I loved the thing anways. Regardless, when I looked up from my tinkering to see quite possibly the oddest thing that I had ever seen in my life. Our eyes met, trying to find reassurance that we did not just look at a medieval town populated by rainbow coloured horses with as castle in the distance.

I took off my helmet too make sure that I wasn’t seeing things and sure enough, I wasn’t having a wild hallucination.   The two of us continued on towards the town while I checked my pip-boy again to see it could find a map. It unfortunately responded with nothing, leaving too options.   The first being that we were outside the continental United States, or second, it was having serious issues in the geography settings. The two of us got some terrified stares from the miniature horse things as we approached.   One of them ran away when I tried to get close to it. I pulled out my NCR radio hoping I could get a signal and call for a vertibird, they owe me as much after saving their damned president. I only got static in return.
“Damn, well there goes our last hope of getting out of this one easy.” the courier said.
“I miss the days when I could kill someone without getting stuck across the planet,” said Ulysses, “I suppose we’ll have to kill each other back when we get back to the Mojave…”

“Motherfucker!” I exclaimed.
“What, what is it?!?”Ulysses asked.
“I left ED-E behind, ah man he’s probably freaking out right now!” I said.
“What one of those old enclave eyebots?” questioned Ulysses.
“Yeah we’ve been traveling together for a long, long time. When I found him he was completely broken.” I replied.
After more chatter between us we arrived at a garden in front of a castle only to be greeted by more horrified stares and slack jaws. So as we went through the garden we ate what food we saw.   Couldn’t blame us, those cheapskate NCR farmers never sell anything fresh on the market. We were stopped by guards on the way into the castle, though they froze up immediately when they saw the arrange of weapons Ulysses and I were holding onto.   To be honest, the amount of firepower I had would put a Brotherhood Paladin to shame. Eh, whoever needed modesty anyways?   The two of us walked right in the front doors which isn’t generally my sty- oh right the story sorry.
Anyways as we went through more of the horse things froze up and started backing away. Hadn’t had a stroll that peaceful since that one time I got slipped Jet in an Atomic Cocktail.   We were kinda in awe at how big the place was, well that and how it was maintained by multicoloured horses. Whoever built it had skill, though the more I looked around I began to come to the conclusion that the palace was built by the horse things.   Or were they ponies, they were the smaller ones right? NCR had some of them up north, 
though how we got stuck so far up north is beyond me.
Then a slightly bigger dark pony, (or would it be a horse at that size?) with wings and a horn approached. With a voice so loud it made me stumble backwards a step and a half, it, or she, yelled, “Stop thy trespassing immediately and identify yourselves!”  
I probably should have mentioned that I had taken in quite the bit of moonshine and vodka previously, so maybe I was hallucinating a talking equine.   Then again, I was pretty sure Ulysses was there two, and he looked just as surprised as I was.   Regardless of how real it was, I was still incredibly drunk and replied.
“A fukin horse with wings?” and I almost immediately regretted saying that.

[authors note: all of the editing was done by Zealous Shift check his stuff out:http://www.fimfiction.net/user/Zealous+Shift  so thanks to him and to you for reading don't forget to leave a comment and like]