Not sure if I'm doing this right, but I hope so.
16 months have passed since the lone wanderer completed his quest. The Capital Wasteland is slowly starting to recover from 200 years of desolation, clean water is readily available, and plants are already thriving around Oasis, and is starting to spread.
However, there has been a growing Enclave presence, almost as if the entire Enclave around the country has been coming to the Capital Wasteland, even more surprising is that all of the super mutants in the Capital Wasteland have vanished.
Four days ago, there was a small battle between the Brotherhood of Steel and super mutants. Halfway through the battle, Enclave arrived at the battle, siding with the super mutants. The Brotherhood were forced to flee, and immediately sent a transmission to the Lost Hills bunker. This is where we start.
Character
Name: Dayton Novus
Age: 34
Birthplace: Junktown
Affiliations/Rank: Brotherhood of Steel/Sentinel
Features: About six foot even, usually messy short black hair, right eye is green, left eye is grey, medium build.
Background: Six years have passed since Dayton's return to the west coast. His determination has been rewarded, being the second person to ever acheive the rank of Sentinel. After the transmission from the Capital Wasteland...
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Lost Hills Bunker.
"I know, but we don't know what else might be there. Us just sitting here, letting them trying to get through this is by themselves is just as good as giving the Enclave everything we've found, then what happens? After they take the citadel they'll be coming back here, and what will we do when an Enclave controlled Liberty Prime comes across us? Do we just sit here and die?"
"Sentinel Novus, I understand your concern, but they made the decision they did, and they agreed with our terms."
"Fuck your terms! We need to send support to the citadel, the whole Brotherhood could be at stake if we don't."
"You know we have a suitable defence against Liberty Prime if it were to be used against us."
"Liberty Prime perfected technology! Remember last time we used Steel Pride? We're lucky we can still get it to operate. If we sent it up against Liberty Prime, the most it would do is buy us time. They need reinforcements!"
"Novus-"
"I'm a sentinel. You made me one. You wouldn't have if I didn't know what was the best for the Brotherhood, and if I didn't know what would be the best course of action. You know that. I know that. It's time to leave the past behind. They need us in D.C. We can't just leave them to die. Just think. We know the Enclave have somehow sided with the mutants. If we send support, we could wipe out the mutants in D.C., maybe even the Enclave. With them gone, the Brotherhood in the east could go back to finding technology. Who knows what else could be there, just waiting to be discovered?"
Dayton's unmatched eyes locked with a pair of blue eyes for what seemed like an eternity, then, "I'll discuss this with the other elders."
200 feet above Capital Wasteland.
The fleet of over 20 vertibirds soared over the desolate wastes. Dayton looked out the front window, "Right there."
He pointed toward the Citadel, the pilot nodded, and began rotating the engines. The wheels of the vertibird slowly touched down, the other aircraft beginning to descend. Dayton stepped out of the vertibird and began to walk toward the front doors of the citadel.
A pair of eyes behind a pair of tinted glasses stayed on the citadel as a plume of smoke exited the man's nostrils. A smirk crossed his lips, "I knew those elders on the west coast would find some sense."
"Sentinel Novus, thanks for talking to the elders for support. We don't know what's coming, but I know we need all the help we can get."
"Don't worry about it, Lyons. This could be our chance to wipe out the Enclave once and for all. We might even be able to wipe out the mutants."
"You surprised me, I thought you would have died."
"To be honest, I thought the same thing a couple times. But I need to talk to everyone. Can you get everybody in the courtyard?"
Dayton looked over the courtyard, sighing, "This is everyone?"
"There are a few at the GNR outpost."
"Do you mean a few, or do you mean six or more?"
"A few."
Dayton looked at the men and women in the courtyard, "This isn't enough."
"It's all we have."
"I need to leave."
"Where are you going?"
"A place that is not a good place for anyone from the Brotherhood to be."
The Mall
Dayton walked toward the Museum of History, taking a deep sigh, "I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Neither can I."
Dayton stopped, turning toward the source of the voice. A man stood against a building, his left leg bent, his foot against the wall, his arms crossed. He wore almost all black, but surprisingly clean prewar clothes. Black slacks over black and silver shoes, a white long-sleeve shirt under a black tee shirt, a white bandana tied around his face, silver tinted glasses covering his eyes, a black baseball cap on his head, white black gloves on his hands and a black prewar backpack. The shoes, shirt, hat and backpack were adorned with the logo of a long forgotten company, looking like a D and a C, overlapping eachother, the open end of the C containing a six-pointed star.
Dayton raised his rifle, "Who are you?"
The man looked down at the ground, "They don't take kindly to your type in the Underworld. If you went there you'd probably be dead within seconds."
The man uncrossed his arms, sliding both of his hands, except the thumbs, into his pants pockets, "You'll need someone who knows the people there. Tell them that you're not there to cause trouble... But that all depends on your definition of trouble, now doesn't it?"
"What are you going on about?"
"A bit testy, Sentinel. I would suggest taking your sights off me. Not that a laser would do anything to me, it's just that I don't like it when I'm on the business end."
Dayton lowered his rifle, "Can you tell me what you know?"
"The Enclave is allied with mutants. I don't know how, but they are. The Enclave wants to take out the Brotherhood. That whole Raven Rock thing. But that's not too important. I know you need more recruits, or at least help, and that's why you're going to Underworld. I couldn't really care much less about what happens to the Brotherhood or the Enclave. But I can get you into the Underworld. Keeping that in mind, I would suggest that you pick your words carefully, sentinel."
"You can get me into Underworld?"
"I don't answer questions that you already know the answer to. If there's one thing I hate, it's repeating myself. Seeing as I'm in a quite chipper mood today, I'll cut you a deal."
"Alright. What would that be?"
"I know the Brotherhood has discovered vast amounts of weapons and technology. But what good is a weapon without ammunition?"
"Go on."
"The Brotherhood probably has ammunition as well. I just want some of it."
"Like what? Microfusion cells? Energy cells?"
"I never liked energy weapons. Quite hard to fix if you don't know how they work. I'm more of a fan of bullets."
"Alright. So what? five millimetre, ten, five five six?"
"Not quite. I want at least some four five four Cassull, and maybe .500 magnum, if available."
"...I don't think we have those calibres..."
The man let his foot slide to the ground. He began walking away from Dayton, "Oh well. Good talking to you."
"Wait..."
The man stopped, "Yes?"
"We have a few ammo boxes. They have ammo we can't find guns for. I might be able to get you what you want."
"You think I would help you because you might have what I want?"
"We might have the ammo, but if we don't, I will personally see to it that we will get you what you want."
There was a pause between the two. Dayton broke the silence, "Well?"
Dayton heard a small chuckle from the man, who then spoke, "You chose your words wisely, sentinel."
16 months have passed since the lone wanderer completed his quest. The Capital Wasteland is slowly starting to recover from 200 years of desolation, clean water is readily available, and plants are already thriving around Oasis, and is starting to spread.
However, there has been a growing Enclave presence, almost as if the entire Enclave around the country has been coming to the Capital Wasteland, even more surprising is that all of the super mutants in the Capital Wasteland have vanished.
Four days ago, there was a small battle between the Brotherhood of Steel and super mutants. Halfway through the battle, Enclave arrived at the battle, siding with the super mutants. The Brotherhood were forced to flee, and immediately sent a transmission to the Lost Hills bunker. This is where we start.
Character
Name: Dayton Novus
Age: 34
Birthplace: Junktown
Affiliations/Rank: Brotherhood of Steel/Sentinel
Features: About six foot even, usually messy short black hair, right eye is green, left eye is grey, medium build.
Background: Six years have passed since Dayton's return to the west coast. His determination has been rewarded, being the second person to ever acheive the rank of Sentinel. After the transmission from the Capital Wasteland...
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Lost Hills Bunker.
"I know, but we don't know what else might be there. Us just sitting here, letting them trying to get through this is by themselves is just as good as giving the Enclave everything we've found, then what happens? After they take the citadel they'll be coming back here, and what will we do when an Enclave controlled Liberty Prime comes across us? Do we just sit here and die?"
"Sentinel Novus, I understand your concern, but they made the decision they did, and they agreed with our terms."
"Fuck your terms! We need to send support to the citadel, the whole Brotherhood could be at stake if we don't."
"You know we have a suitable defence against Liberty Prime if it were to be used against us."
"Liberty Prime perfected technology! Remember last time we used Steel Pride? We're lucky we can still get it to operate. If we sent it up against Liberty Prime, the most it would do is buy us time. They need reinforcements!"
"Novus-"
"I'm a sentinel. You made me one. You wouldn't have if I didn't know what was the best for the Brotherhood, and if I didn't know what would be the best course of action. You know that. I know that. It's time to leave the past behind. They need us in D.C. We can't just leave them to die. Just think. We know the Enclave have somehow sided with the mutants. If we send support, we could wipe out the mutants in D.C., maybe even the Enclave. With them gone, the Brotherhood in the east could go back to finding technology. Who knows what else could be there, just waiting to be discovered?"
Dayton's unmatched eyes locked with a pair of blue eyes for what seemed like an eternity, then, "I'll discuss this with the other elders."
200 feet above Capital Wasteland.
The fleet of over 20 vertibirds soared over the desolate wastes. Dayton looked out the front window, "Right there."
He pointed toward the Citadel, the pilot nodded, and began rotating the engines. The wheels of the vertibird slowly touched down, the other aircraft beginning to descend. Dayton stepped out of the vertibird and began to walk toward the front doors of the citadel.
A pair of eyes behind a pair of tinted glasses stayed on the citadel as a plume of smoke exited the man's nostrils. A smirk crossed his lips, "I knew those elders on the west coast would find some sense."
"Sentinel Novus, thanks for talking to the elders for support. We don't know what's coming, but I know we need all the help we can get."
"Don't worry about it, Lyons. This could be our chance to wipe out the Enclave once and for all. We might even be able to wipe out the mutants."
"You surprised me, I thought you would have died."
"To be honest, I thought the same thing a couple times. But I need to talk to everyone. Can you get everybody in the courtyard?"
Dayton looked over the courtyard, sighing, "This is everyone?"
"There are a few at the GNR outpost."
"Do you mean a few, or do you mean six or more?"
"A few."
Dayton looked at the men and women in the courtyard, "This isn't enough."
"It's all we have."
"I need to leave."
"Where are you going?"
"A place that is not a good place for anyone from the Brotherhood to be."
The Mall
Dayton walked toward the Museum of History, taking a deep sigh, "I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Neither can I."
Dayton stopped, turning toward the source of the voice. A man stood against a building, his left leg bent, his foot against the wall, his arms crossed. He wore almost all black, but surprisingly clean prewar clothes. Black slacks over black and silver shoes, a white long-sleeve shirt under a black tee shirt, a white bandana tied around his face, silver tinted glasses covering his eyes, a black baseball cap on his head, white black gloves on his hands and a black prewar backpack. The shoes, shirt, hat and backpack were adorned with the logo of a long forgotten company, looking like a D and a C, overlapping eachother, the open end of the C containing a six-pointed star.
Dayton raised his rifle, "Who are you?"
The man looked down at the ground, "They don't take kindly to your type in the Underworld. If you went there you'd probably be dead within seconds."
The man uncrossed his arms, sliding both of his hands, except the thumbs, into his pants pockets, "You'll need someone who knows the people there. Tell them that you're not there to cause trouble... But that all depends on your definition of trouble, now doesn't it?"
"What are you going on about?"
"A bit testy, Sentinel. I would suggest taking your sights off me. Not that a laser would do anything to me, it's just that I don't like it when I'm on the business end."
Dayton lowered his rifle, "Can you tell me what you know?"
"The Enclave is allied with mutants. I don't know how, but they are. The Enclave wants to take out the Brotherhood. That whole Raven Rock thing. But that's not too important. I know you need more recruits, or at least help, and that's why you're going to Underworld. I couldn't really care much less about what happens to the Brotherhood or the Enclave. But I can get you into the Underworld. Keeping that in mind, I would suggest that you pick your words carefully, sentinel."
"You can get me into Underworld?"
"I don't answer questions that you already know the answer to. If there's one thing I hate, it's repeating myself. Seeing as I'm in a quite chipper mood today, I'll cut you a deal."
"Alright. What would that be?"
"I know the Brotherhood has discovered vast amounts of weapons and technology. But what good is a weapon without ammunition?"
"Go on."
"The Brotherhood probably has ammunition as well. I just want some of it."
"Like what? Microfusion cells? Energy cells?"
"I never liked energy weapons. Quite hard to fix if you don't know how they work. I'm more of a fan of bullets."
"Alright. So what? five millimetre, ten, five five six?"
"Not quite. I want at least some four five four Cassull, and maybe .500 magnum, if available."
"...I don't think we have those calibres..."
The man let his foot slide to the ground. He began walking away from Dayton, "Oh well. Good talking to you."
"Wait..."
The man stopped, "Yes?"
"We have a few ammo boxes. They have ammo we can't find guns for. I might be able to get you what you want."
"You think I would help you because you might have what I want?"
"We might have the ammo, but if we don't, I will personally see to it that we will get you what you want."
There was a pause between the two. Dayton broke the silence, "Well?"
Dayton heard a small chuckle from the man, who then spoke, "You chose your words wisely, sentinel."