War, war never changes. The Old World Wall, the Hoover Dam. This concrete scar went by different names, but a symbol for many. To the New California Republic, it was another notch in their belt, more land to work, more taxes to collect. To Caesar’s Legion, it was the showdown for their most worthy opponent. An opportunity for Edward Sallow to test the mettle of the legionnaires. To Mr. House, a bargaining chip to advance his vision of a hyper-capitalist autocracy centered only around the jewel of the Mojave. To you, Courier Six, it meant much more.

From the grave outside of Goodsprings, you stumbled into the power-struggle of three factions vying for control of the dam, the Strip and treasures the Mojave possessed. Through your travels you gradually became disillusioned with the “harbingers of the future”, disappointed that they each came so close, but missed the mark in pathetic ways.

It wasn’t until your path merged with Ulysses that your future started to crystalize. Following his footsteps in the Big Empty, you listened to his words and considered their meanings. You witnessed in Father Elijah the corruption that happens not with old and new world ideals, but by limitless potential and absence of humanity. With Ulysses, however, the terrible truth about your past was revealed.

The Divide, perhaps a community worthy of carrying the torch of civilization, snuffed out by your hand. And yet you not only kept that community alive, but you helped it thrive through pure determination alone. Listening to Ulysses’ discarded words as you traveled that hellscape, you came to understand his disgust with both Bear and Bull. When you entered his temple, your mind was decided.

Your experiences traveling the wasteland resurfaced in your thoughts as you headed for the dam, ready to bring the conflict to a close once and for all.