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Elisavet struggled to breathe, the Generals hands tight around her neck. She had been bested, her ammo depleted. Now, there she was, laying on the ground. Enemy choking her out. Multiple bleeding wounds all over her body.
Her world swam, all she could hear was the shooting, and the blood rushing in her ears. She felt helpless, pinned to the ground by her neck. Black crept into the edges of her vision, and she almost felt something like peace wash over her.
It was fitting. Dying for a better New Vegas.
She just wanted to see the Mojave thrive. To see her neverending work finally bear fruit.
She could feel herself going limp without wanting to, and no panic filled her. Maybe the Ultrajet and Med-X was making it easier. Maybe it was her brain trying to trick her into accepting her fate.
She could only defy death for so long.
Elisavet weakly clawed at the hands around her throat one last time, her eyes squeezed shut.
She wheezed, struggling to get even a small breath in. Suddenly, the hands were being ripped from her throat. She felt his weight disappear from her chest, and she started coughing violently, desperately trying to gulp in air.
She couldn't hear a single thing. Not even the blood rushing in her body. Her head swam, her whole world was unsteady, the flat ground beneath her feeling more unstable than rotten wood. The heavy Pip-Boy on her wrist keeping her tethered to the ground.
Once she caught her breath, she cracked open an eye, and she saw General Lee Oliver being tossed from the top of the Dam.
She couldn't help but smile, knowing exactly which securitron had come to her rescue. A very specific PDQ-88b Securitron. Her favorite securitron.
Just as they had joked about many times before... Yes Man threw the general off the Dam, putting an end to the NCR in her New Vegas.
She closed her eyes again and laid there. Her body too heavy to move. Not even to fumble for a Stimpak, or even another shot Med-X to numb the horrible pain.
She could hear the securitrons rolling around her, chasing away the stragglers and executing the ones who continued to fight.
She had lost allies. Many of them.
She had almost lost herself. Her chance at a better New Vegas.
Had it been worth it?
She didn't know. It was it the beginning.
Elisavet heard a securitron wheel up close to her, she winced as she opened one eye just a bit. She saw a bright screen, then the details came into focus.
Yes Man.
She weakly smiled, she hadn't seen him in so long. She couldn't say anything, or move a muscle. She was depleted, and on the verge of unconsciousness.
She watched him reach out and grab her sides gently to lift her. Like he had many times before. It was almost comforting when his cold metal touched her sore body.
His claws gently tightened around her, and he lifted her from the cold ground.
Elisavet could still feel the chems coursing through her veins still, the only thing keeping her lucid at this point. She could still hear the gunfire echoing in her head, even though it had mostly stopped.
She focused on Yes Man, the rest of the world melting away from her. She was safe now. She smiled and felt herself start to cry. If he was there... Then it was really over. She was going to be safe, and he would make sure of it.
Feeling safe, in the wasteland, as the biggest target left standing...
Well, it made her stomach flip, like cazadores buzzing around.
Safe.
It didn't matter what Yes Man was saying, she was slipping away. She closed her eyes, and slipped off feeling his voice vibrating in her chest.
She would wake up somewhere safe.