Rex sat alone in his office at the top of the Lucky 38 looking out over the grey expanse of the Mojave as the sun slowly rose over the mountains. Quietly and with purpose he gently disassembled his 10mm pistol; the process was slow and measured, so as not to damage any of the pieces. It had been his daily ritual for the last two years to clean his pistol before the sun rose; no matter how much sleep he missed out on. Truth be told, cleaning the gun acted as a sort of therapy both physical and mental for him. Now that he had a small country to run, Rex had no time for the gun fights and quests that had filled his life before the second battle of Hoover Dam. Cleaning the gun kept at least a small part of his old life alive in the boring and somewhat mundane duties of a leader; the daily chore also acted as perfect physical therapy for Rex as well. It allowed Rex to practice finer movements with his mechanical left arm; He had lost the original in the second battle of the Hoover Dam. His companions made it through the battle with little more than a few scratches and scars, but Rex was not so lucky. He remembered that day perfectly, the smell of gun powder in the air, the sounds of bullets whizzing past his head, and the warm feeling in his gut as he fired round after round into the legion troops fighting futilely against his companions and securitrons.
He always bragged at being the best shot in the Mojave, and that day he was in rare form; brandishing his custom twin 10mm pistols he fired shot after shot from their extended mags hitting his targets with accuracy and precision. In the excitement he went ahead on his own into the Legate's camp. Making his way through the camp, an improvised fortification of metal walls and tents, he came across Legate Lanius atop the hill overlooking the battle. The Legate was the commander of the legion's forces second only to Caesar himself; Rex hoped he could talk the man into retreating, but with one misspoken word he set the warrior into a fury. Rex always preferred to use his twin modded 10mm pistols against his foes and as such was never much for close combat; the bumper sword sliced through his shoulder in a clean cut taking the arm clean off. Flailing back in agony Rex fell down the hill as the Legate followed. When his fall stopped Rex was already going into shock and barely felt the man's boot on his chest. The Armored man said something to Rex, but it fell on death ears as Rex began losing conciseness, but just before he lost what little life he still had the Legate's head exploded into a bloody cloud. Arcade appeared at Rex's side and injected six stimpacks before tying his belt around the stump slowing the bleeding, and as the medicine went to work and Rex slipped into unconsciousness.
When he woke the battle had been won and the Mojave stood with Rex and his companions in charge of the new nation and had biggest robotic army on earth at their disposal; not to mention the resources of Zion, the Sierra Madre, and the Big Empty. He had built the mechanical arm sometime afterward with the help of Christine and Veronica (the pair happily reunited after the Courier's trip to the Sierra Madre) and had been dutifully upgrading and tweaking it over the years to meet his purposes; Whether it be paperwork or tinkering in his workshop the arm was a suitable replacement. He seldom fired a gun anymore though, besides the occasional trip to the firing range under the Lucky 38 Rex always had either his companions or Securitrons with him, so the need for him to carry a weapon was minimal. After all Rex had handled most of the Mojave's greatest threats in his adventures before losing his arm; now all that's left over are remnants of old gangs , and the occasional night stalker attack; nothing that couldn't be dealt with a few disposable securitrons.
In the early days of the united Mojave, the Securitrons were treated as valuable and irreplaceable resources, but after finding design schematics in Mr. House's databanks and learning to use the Sierra Madre's vending machines to create any raw material coupled with the production equipment in Big Mt. Securitrons became cheap and replaceable. With an abundant amount of resources Rex Set out to build a new country from atop the scorched ground of the Mojave and had been very successful. He sent teams to the Sierra Madre to bring back any and all of the advanced technology stored there, and after months of work had retrieved a majority of the tech from the old hotel.
As soon as the tech was brought back Rex and the think tank went to work creating new coding for the Vending machines allowing for the production of a multitude of new items like steel girders, different chemicals and medicines, raw materials needed for construction and industry, and even more volatile substances like fuel for vertibirds. These resources coupled with the knowledge found at Big Mt. (although it took Rex and his techs weeks to actually find the actual archives thanks to it being buried under centuries of the Think Tank's ramblings) allowed for an unprecedented change in the Mojave. With plans for a G.E.C.K found in the ancient archives of Vault 22, Rex and the newly recruited Big Mt. staff built and used the matter manipulation device to purify the water supply and turned the sharecropper fields into lush fertile fields of fruits and vegetables.
Rex looked out his window to the rectangular fields of fruits and vegetables spread out across what formerly was rubble and ruin. Securitrons flitted through the roads between these fields as trucks carried workers to their respective fields for the day's work, another achievement, many of the most sturdy old trucks from before the war were now operational thanks to their parts being replaced and their micro fusion cells repaired.
Rex sat back and lit a cigarette; he watched the sun rise higher casting light across New Vegas and its surroundings. Lost in thought, he didn't hear Veronica entered carrying the collected reports throughout the Mojave; ED-E was hovering just behind her carrying a tray with two steaming mugs. Realizing she hadn't been noticed Veronica looked at her friend as she usually did in the moments he drifted off. His red hair was slicked back showing of his rather bony face and grey eyes; he was tall but slim with little bulk on his body.
He hadn't changed much from when they met at the 188 trading post; the first time she saw Rex she almost laughed out loud because of his get up. He wore goggles, a long reinforced leather duster strewn with belts and packs containing different odds and ends, worn jeans, a beaten up pair of black boots, and a large green pack slung across his back. He looked out of place, like he belonged in a workshop somewhere not walking the Mojave, but that opinion of him soon changed after he recruited her on his journey. That was two years ago and after all they had been through Veronica was glad she decided to follow him.
Veronica cleared her throat and Rex turned to her snapping out of his daze before saying:
"Oh good morning Veronica"
"Good morning Rex, ready for this month's reports" Veronica asked placing a steaming mug in front of Rex.
"As ready as I'll ever be" Rex said taking a sip of the hot liquid "Broc Flower Tea again?"
Ignoring the drink comment Veronica began:
"Let's start with the New Vegas report, Revenues from the casinos are up 5% this quarter, crime is down in Freeside, the Thorn is reporting less attendance than usual even for the off season, the farm is reporting an increase in production of about 6% over last year's harvest, but some of the farmers are worried about the North Vegas residents stealing some of their crops"
Rex mulled this information over for a few moments before gesturing for her to go on. The rest of the report went quick as not much happened in the Mojave anymore that Rex wasn't personally involved in. When the meeting was done Rex placed his gun back in its holster and stood up.
"Veronica let's go for a walk; it's been too long since I've toured the dam" Rex said stretching "got to check up on Raul"
Rex slips past veronica and exits the room with his usual smoke trail trailing behind him. Veronica nods as she and ED-E follow rex out of the room.