Benny was a member of the tribal gang called the Boot Riders
before Mr. House took over Vegas. As one of the three tribes who agreed to
House's new rule, the Boot Riders were assigned to renovate The Tops casino.
They were given suits and ties and renamed as "The Chairmen". Benny
saw the potential of New Vegas, but the tribe's chief at the time, Bingo,
wanted to stay nomadic. Benny was challenged to a knife fight, the winner
becoming leader of the tribe, and Benny walked away after putting a knife through
Bingo's throat. Benny is cautious of the Chairmen who support the old ways,
even killing an old friend, an unnamed singer with a Psycho overdose, to stop
dissent.
Benny's long-term goal is simple: control of New Vegas. The
chances of such a thing happening seem very slim, but as Benny himself would
say, he's not done rigging the odds yet. After attacking one of Mr. House's
PDQ-88b Securitrons with a pulse grenade, Benny brought it in for examination.
Unable to fix it himself, he allowed Emily Ortal to look at it in exchange for
her reprogramming it. After finishing the reprogramming, the Securitron became
known as Yes Man, an AI designed to obey every command given to him, which
Benny used to interrogate him on the details of House's machinations.
He learned Mr. House had something buried underneath The Fort
and of the Platinum chip - the key to all of House's plans. He also learned of
the seven couriers hired by Victor - six decoys, and one carrying the Chip.
Using Yes Man, Benny was able to discover the route the Courier would take, and
hired Jessup, McMurphy and Chance to help him finish the job. The Courier was
bound, gagged, shot in the head, buried in an unmarked grave at Goodsprings
Cemetery, and left for dead.
It's good to see that you're still out here. I hope that all is going well.
ReplyDeleteOk, Annette Glenn, apart from this post which I would never have written, you totally stole a bunch if my posts from years ago and slapped your name on them.
ReplyDeleteWho does crap like that???
Write your own stuff, dude. It's more satisfying when people compliment you for, you know, your own work.
Fail.