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It has been six months since the destruction of the Adams Air force base. Since then the Brotherhood of Steel, along with assistance from the Lone Wanderer have managed to drive off both the Enclave Remnants and Super Mutant war bands that once crippled the Capital Wasteland. The Brotherhood has been slowly building connections with the small settlements through out the wasteland, as they attempt to start a thriving society. It has been nearly a month since there had been any reported Super Mutant activity, and with the Lone Wanderer going on a violent crusade against the few raider tribes that littered the area, the Capital Wasteland looked as if it would finally be allowed to flourish. This was simply a prelude for the war to come.
Sentinel Sarah Lyons of the Brotherhood had been busy filing and signing off paper work for the past two months, as opposed to gunning down and eliminating Super Mutants. She sighed as she almost missed the excitement of those moments. Ever since the purge of Vault 87 she had been relocated to Rivet City, confined to a small office filling out paper work for the Brotherhood. She had placed Paladin Vargas in charge, and last she heard the rest of the Pride was being sent all across the wastes doing God knows what. She looked up from the latest patrol schedule she had been writing and glanced about her quarters. It was nothing fancy, a small bed with a nightstand upon which her laser pistol laid, a bathroom with a mirror, a footlocker and an armor rack which held her T-45 power armor up right. Simple and efficient, just the way she liked it.
She set her pencil down and stood up from her desk, striding over to a small porthole that overlooked the Platomic. She could see off in the distance the site of Project Purity, and the Washington Monument was just barely in her sight. She pulled her gaze away and entered the bathroom. "Just another day in paradise…." She muttered as she run the water in the sink and splashed it on her face. Running her hands along her face she look up at the mirror before her and frowned, her fingers tracing the distinct features of her face and the faint scars that laid upon them. She had never shared it with anyone, but at her core she felt so alone, so incomplete. At first she was able to cover it up by being the best soldier for the Brotherhood she could be, but since the incident at the purifier, she had felt inadequate. She shook a little remembering the day when she witnessed the Wanderer wade into a chamber flooded in lethal radiation and activate Project Purity.
Both of them were sent into comas for over two weeks, with the Wanderer awakening before her and even spearheading an assault on Adam's Air force Base, the last Enclave stronghold in the Capital Wasteland. She had recovered at the very end and was the first one to greet him once he completed his mission. A small part of her was jealous that he had done all of this, while she laid in a sickbay unconscious and unable to assist at all. "The Lone Wanderer…" She muttered, her eyes hardened as her thoughts strayed to him. Despite knowing him for nearly a year, the Wanderer refused to let anyone know his name; hell barely anyone in the Wasteland had even seen his face. Even the dog tags he received from the Brotherhood had him listed simply as The Wanderer. Last she had heard, Three Dog was raving that he had been "Busy fighting the good fight". That was over a month ago and since then she noticed that raider attacks on Aqua Pura caravans had plummeted.
She pulled herself away from the mirror and laid on her bed. Her mind still lingering on the Wanderer, when suddenly a loud knocking on the steel bulkhead to her room broke her from her daze.
"Sentinel….It's me….can I come in?"
Lyons froze, she hadn't heard his voice in quite a while. She eased up out of bed and made her way to the door, unlocking it in an instant. She smirked as she looked at the armored behemoth before her.
"Damn kid, its been a while."
The Lone Wanderer stood before her, his T-45 armor had numerous dents and impact points from what the Sentinel could imagine could be from all kinds of firearms. In his suit he towered over her by a full foot, even without the armor on she knew he had nearly a full head over her. She could see that his Gauss rifle was strapped over his shoulder.
The Wanderer merely nodded and stood patiently, as if waiting for something. Sarah shook her head and stepped to the side. "At ease soldier, come on in and sit your ass down. You deserve a break." The armed and weary warrior entered, and with that she slammed the bulkhead shut.
Off the East Coast of the country once know as America a lone ship, its hull completely covered in thick metal plates Its inhabitants kept safe under a dome of steel; a relic from a world long gone. In it carried the final remnants of Americas Government, the Enclave, a sadistic organization bent on dominating the carcass of the nation its founders once ruled. Though there losses were heavy following the death of President Richardson and the destruction of Adams Airforce Base, the newly form Enclave Congress has gathered their remaining forces on board a prewar experimental weapon, The Neptune, a submersible aircraft carrier. With this weapon and its remaining forces this Congress sets its sights on reclaiming the formal capital of America and with it, eradicate the inhabitants, including the Capital Wastelands savior, the Lone Wanderer.