<div class="floatleft">(http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/69/r169_457x256_12470_WoD_Character_concept_2d_character_post_apocalyptic_girl_woman_gun_sexy_picture_image_digital_art.jpg)</div>"Oh, another vid huh?" the middle-aged woman commented, glancing out the window towards the ancient vid complex, playing laserdisk LPs of pre-Rift times, bells accompanying the event "Good for them... boring as SHIT here..."<br/><br/>Sighing, the woman, with crows feet forming in her eyes and lines beginning on her cheek, leaned back in her desk chair behind a desk.  Not just a desk, but HER desk, Captain Sarah Walker of the NCR Rangers, the special forces of the NCR Army infamous - and often feared - for their reconnaissance, bravery, resourcefulness, and combat abilities... and with the capabilities to back up that reputation.  That's just the general soldiers in the standard Ranger Service Armor, rank-and-file... but the TRUE legend stems from the now-defunct Desert Rangers that were absorbed into the NCR Rangers decades ago, bringing their even STRICTER training regime - including psionic training - and the intimidating and distinct Ranger Combat Armor, black armor with red visor-eyes, a hybrid of a modern soldier and the duster, jeans, and boots of a the New Old West cowboys.  Then there was the gun, a revolver, known as the Ranger Sequoia; beautiful, powerful, stylish, chambered for a full-bore 5.56 NATO round... and only granted to Veteran Rangers with more than 20 years of service, some 10 years after one is granted their customized suit of Ranger Combat Armor...<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20101025225223/fallout/images/c/c0/NCR.jpg)</div>So there Captain Sarah Walker sat, in the middle of one of the Ranger compounds, modern-armor duster on a hanger with her red-lensed helmet on the same coatrack, clad in the rest of her black armor, green eyes going over the gold-insignia-laden and engraved revolver, a '20 Years' plate bolted into the bottom of the handle.  She'd had it for the last two years, already quite skilled with it.  Twirling the loaded chamber about, she snapped it back in and put the safety back on, before slamming the gun into it's holster that was forever stuck to her hip.<br/><br/>"L-T!" she called out, trying to get her Lieutenant - Ashley - to report in "We hear from the Black Labs yet?  Starting to get concerned... Rangers aren't known for failing!"