A/N"I do not own anything by Bethesda or from the Fallout universe. Also I know that my grammar is poor. If you can still enjoy it, then that's all that I am asking for."

Prologue Part One

The Passing of a Legacy

Looking at the morning sky from his apartment window seventeen year old Tristan Walker could see the threat of acid raining off in the distance. Sighing heavily, he turned back to his bathroom mirror and ran a comb through his short brown hair. Putting down the comb, he couldn't help but stare at his own reflection and sigh once more. Staring into his own reflected light blue eyes for a moment he could feel another wave of grief overcoming yet again. Taking his eyes off the mirror, Tristan turned to the toilet that was beside him and saw his Brotherhood of Steel black fatigues waiting for him.

Slowly putting on his clothes, he couldn't help but let his mind wander. Today they were going to say goodbye to Elder Sarah Lyons who had died fighting super mutants near the pre-war city called Baltimore. For Tristan losing Sarah was a devastating blow. When Sarah was just sixteen she and her Lyons Pride saved his life by killing a group of raiders who had wiped everyone out in his home town of Springvale. Instead of leaving the seven year old boy to his own devices like the original Brotherhood of Steel doctrine demanded, she insisted they bring him back to the Citadel. From that moment on he devoted himself into becoming an official Steel member in order to pay her back for the faith she had placed in him.

It was then a knock on his apartment door drew him out of his own thoughts and brought him back to reality. "Who is it?"

"It's me,"said the voice of Junior scribe Cristina Haylen.

Walking over to the door, he opened it and was greeted with the sight of his best friend. Cristina and him were brought to the Brotherhood at the same time just after the former Owyn Lyons set up shop at the Citadel. Immediately then became fast friends through their shared drive to become something greater than their previous lives had given and taken away from them.

"Can I come in?" She asked giving him a sympathetic look.

Staring back at her gray eyes, he nodded his head and offered her a warm smile. "Of course."

Watching her step into his apartment, Tristan quickly closed the door behind her and fallowed her into the living room. Taking a seat beside her on the small couch, he could sense she wasn't quite sure what to say. It was then he heard her chuckle to herself which broke the uncomfortable silence that had come over them.

"What?" He asked giving her small grin as well.

"Nothing. I was going to ask you how you are doing. But then I realized that was a stupid question."

Reaching out, he put his hand on top of hers. Turning to look at him, she turned his hand over and gave it a soft squeeze. Looking down at their hands, Tristan slowly brought his gaze back up to her face. There relationship went deeper than just being friends. They were also lovers. But given how different their carrier paths would take them they decided not to official date each other despite the fact both of them probably loved each other.

"Thanks."

"Why are you thanking me Tristan?"

"Because your here,"he said giving her an appreciative smile.

Nodding back at him, Tristan felt her gently running her thumb over the top of his hand in a soothing fashion. "Have you got a chance to talk to sentinel Rivers?"

Shaking his head, she nodded her own head and turned away from him. Sentinel Rivers was Sarah's fiance and new leader of the Lyons Pride after Sarah became Elder. But more than that he was the famous Lone Wanderer from vault 101 who saved the Capital Wasteland during the Enclave war in 2277.

"I can't imagine how he's doing."

"Me either. And given that his daughter Catherine is only four months old...I am not sure what he will do."

Turning to look at her, Tristan gave her hand another squeeze."I don't know. But something tells me he might not stay."

"You really think he will leave?"

"It's defiantly a possibility. He once told me the only thing keeping him here was Sarah. But now that she's gone...I don't think taking over the Brotherhood is something he wants to do."

Giving him a hard look, Tristan glanced down at his watch and saw they needed to leave if they hoped to catch the mono-rail in order make it back to the Capital Wasteland from Adams Air force base.

"Come Tina, we need to go if we hope to make the rail in time,"he told her before pulling her back up to her feet.

Reaching down, he grabbed his gun belt and snapped it across his waist. Just when Tristan was about to turn for the door he felt Haylen wrap her arms around his waist and pull him into a strong hug. Hugging her back, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on top of her head. (Which was a little easier given the fact he was six feet tall and she was only five feet and six inches tall herself.)

"Thank you."

"Your welcome."

"Now lets go or else everyone will think we are more than best friends,"he added with a teasing smile.

"Idiot,"she said in amused tone as they both exited his apartment.

Stepping past the threshold of the large Citadel gates, Tristan could feel a sense of apprehension taking over him again. Doing his best to ignore these feelings he led them deeper into the rebuilt Citadel and closer to the funeral. Moving past the numerous men and women who either talking among themselves he approached the special made casket that held Sarah's body.

Staring at the casket for a while he felt someone give him a gentle push in the back. Turning around, he saw Haylen taking a seat on the bench before waving him forward. "Get moving Walker jr."

Offering her a slight smile he nodded in response. "Yes ma'am."

With his best friend giving him a much need push Tristan slowly made his way up to the closed casket. Immediately he could see several prominent members of the Brotherhood crowded around the casket. Upon getting closer he could hear a rather heatedly argument taking place.

"We need to come up with a decision sooner than later,"stated annoyed head scribe Rothchild who had crossed his arms across his robes.

"Why? So you can and try and put your name out their first,"fired back paladin Gunny.

Glaring at the drill sergeant, the head scribe simply shook his head. "Please, we all know I am the most senior member here. I shouldn't have to explain myself. Especially to the likes of you."

"The Brotherhood has never elected a scribe as Elder. And I will be damned if I see that tradition broken by an asshole like you!"

Just as Rothchild was going to say something back Star paladin Cross stepped in the middle of them. "Enough! I will not have any fighting during these proceedings! Or else I will personally throw you out on your ass! Do I make myself clear!" She shouted while looking between the both of them.

Instead of responding, both grudgingly nodded their heads at her before turning and taking their scribes and knights who supported their cause away from the casket. With star paladin Cross now standing beside the casket to make sure something like that didn't happen again he turned his attention to saying goodbye to Sarah once more.

Staring at the brown casket Tristan didn't know what to say. Without Sarah and Lyons Pride he probably would be dead or worse a slave. He didn't know how long he stood their staring at the closed casket but he was suddenly drawn out of his own thoughts but a firm hand on his shoulder.

"How are you holding up son?" Asked paladin Tristan Walker Sr.

Paladin Walker was one of original knights who made the original journey to the East coast along side elder Lyons. His wife and their unborn child had been killed during an NCR raid on their bunker back in California leaving him a broken and bitter man. When Sentinel Lyons brought him to the Citadel he of course refused to take him as his guardian. But after elder Lyons insisted, he grudgingly accepted him and began to help guide him towards become an official member of the Brotherhood of Steel.

"About as good as I can be sir."

Nodding back at him, paladin Walker removed his hand from his shoulder. "Understandable. Today is dark day in the Brotherhood's history."

"Indeed your right sir."

Giving the casket a somber look, he reached out and touch it briefly before removing his hand and turning to look at him. "I know I don't show it...but I am pride of the person you have become."

Looking down at the hand that was extended in front of him, Tristan reached out and shook his former guardian's hand. "Thank you. I will do my best to uphold the ideals and principals you have taught me close to my heart."

Shaking his hand, paladin Walker Sr gave him one last nod before turning and leaving him. Turning back to the casket, he put his own hand on it and finally said goodbye to Sarah.

Taking a sip of his purified water, Tristan leaned up against the nearby wall and closed his eyes. His early prediction of acid rain came to fruition thirty minutes ago and forced any Steel members who weren't in power armor inside the Citadel. They moved Sarah's casket as well until they were able to burn it properly later tonight.

Opening his eyes, he could see paladin Vargas and knight captain Dusk of Lyons Pride talking to paladin Kodiak. Looking past Kodiak, he finally spotted sentinel Rivers making his way over to them with his four month old daughter in his arms.

"Have you had a chance to talk to him?" Asked Christina from his right.

"No."

"While I suggest you do. He might be able to give you some clarity that you desperately seem to need right now."

Turning to look at her, he could see her gray eyes were full of concern."Trust me Tina, I will talk to him."

Smiling back at him, she leaned in close and gave him a one arm side hug. Hugging her back, he gave her one last smile before leaving her company and making his way over to him.

"Are you sure this what you want to do?" Asked paladin Vargas.

"I am."

"Okay. Will have your vertibird ready to go tomorrow morning."

"Thank you,"he said reaching out and shaking his hand before turning and shaking the knight captain's hand as well.

Seeing the lone wanderer staring down at his sleeping daughter, Tristan started having second thoughts on interrupting him when suddenly he spoke. "And hear I thought you were going to avoid me the whole day,"he added in an amused tone.

"Of course not, sir."

"Tristan, how many times have I told you not to call me sir."

"At least fifty times sir."

Looking up from his daughter, sentinel Rivers offered him a sly grin. "Now I know you didn't just come over here to make small talk. Tell me, what's on your mind my friend?"

"Your leaving...aren't you?"

Seeing him sigh heavily, the lone wanderer finally nodded his head. "Yes, yes I am."

"I thought as much."

It was then he held out his daughter to him. "Would you like to hold her one more time?"

"Of course," he said taking the infant from his arms and gently cradling her body against his. Smiling down at the sleeping baby, Tristan began to gently rock her back and forth just as she began to open her eyes. Opening her small blue eyes briefly, Catherine gave him a brief yawn before quickly shutting them once more.

"Where will you go Michael?"

"I am not sure yet. Cross assures me will find whatever will looking for."

"And what are you looking for?"He asked taking his eyes of his daughter and staring back at him.

"Honestly, I don't know. But I know it's not here,"he replied staring off into the distance before a small smirk came across his face," It's funny."

"What's that?" He asked handing his daughter back to him.

"My father James was faced with this same situation when I was an infant. And now to think I am fallowing in his footsteps...I can't help but feel a bit nostalgic about it."

Nodding back at him, Tristan offered his hand to him. "Whatever happens, it was a pleasure to be your friend Michael."

Taking his hand, the lone wanderer shook it. "The pleasure was all mine Tristan."

Just when he was about to pull away, he felt him pull him into a one arm hug. "If there ever comes a time when you need to find me again, I will be there. I promise."

Pulling back, Tristan gave him a confused look which simply made the Lone Wanderer smile back at him before finally moving away from him all together. It was then he felt scribe Haylen pat him softly on the back.

"Do you feel any better now?"

"Not really,"he said honestly as his eyes wandered over to squire Arthur Mason who was currently be flanked by several scribes and knights in power armor.

Taking him by the hand, Christina led them back over to their spot on the wall so they could talk in private.

"I know that look. Something other than Sarah's funeral and sentinel Rivers leaving is bothering you."

Giving her an amused grin, he nodded his head. "Indeed you right Tina."

"Well?"

"I am worried about the direction the Brotherhood of Steel will take now that both Lyons are gone and that the lone wanderer is leaving."

"As I am. Right now we are without a clear leader. And for the Brotherhood that's not good. It could lead to a lot of infighting among the factions here, as elder Lyons approach on helping the people of the capital wasteland was not faced without many oppositions," she stated turning back him with a concerned look on her face.

"And that's not even including the Outcasts either."

"Yeah, I almost forgot about them."

Sighing for one what felt like the hundredth time that day, he put his arm around her shoulder. "I guess will just have to hope that what Owyn and Sarah taught us will be enough to help us get through this crisis. Cause if not, I fear things will never be the same again."

A/N"Not sure how often I will update this story. But I will make a considerable effort to try and keep something of a schedule for myself. Feel free to leave any questions or comments if you like."