Renewing a Nation
A Fallout 3 Fanfiction
Quest Added: Rebuild the Nation
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Fallout or its affiliates.
Summary: With his conquests of the Capital Wasteland coming to an end, the Lone Wanderer (Daniel) had decided to settle down in any way he can in his 'luxury' apartment in Megaton. He is quickly called out of retirement by the Brotherhood of Steel to aid in the mass reconstruction effort for the Wasteland. Follows a very high karma Lone Wanderer. Romance: Lone Wanderer/Sarah Lyons.
Description of the Lone Wanderer (Daniel): Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Tan complexion. Small wave hair style.
Chapter One
Today was laundry day for the Daniel, also known as the Lone Wanderer by almost all of the Wastelanders that inhabited the godforsaken spot of land that was the Capital Wasteland. Once every two weeks, he would make the five hour walk from his apartment in Megaton to the lake of clear water near the Jefferson Memorial. This week he was kind enough to take Old Lady Azota's laundry and wash them for her in exchange for a loaf of fresh bread, a rare delicacy. He walk casually in what was known as pre-war clothes. He decided to wear casualwear today. Why would the Lone Wanderer, hero of the Capital Wasteland be wearing such nostalgic clothes? To be quite honest, Daniel HATED heavy armor. Wearing his Brotherhood power armor was more of a chore than it was a convenience. When he roamed the Wasteland irradiating some of the last pockets of super mutants, he would usually wear something lighter. If an overlord was involved, or his travels involved walking across areas of radiation, he would gladly wear the power armor. Daniel was sort of a legend among super mutants. With most shots coming from long distances from the end of a sniper rifle, it was rare you even heard the gun crack before your head was cut clean off.
Daniel reached the lake in good time. "Sir!" a Brotherhood Knight said clicking his boots together and saluting. He gave a half-hearted salute in return and headed down the banks towards the lake. 'God! Leave me alone! I'm off duty!' he mentally cried out. Daniel hated being saluted while off duty from the Citadel, it just drew him attention that he didn't really want. He grabbed the wash basin he always left near one of the pipes that pumped clean water into the lake and set his duffel bag as well as his rifle down. He filled the basin with crystal clear water, poured a generous amount of Abraxo cleaner into the basin, and began to wash the clothes one by one.
Daniel liked making the trip once in a fortnight. It let his mind wander and gave him some alone time. As he washed he glanced at the Sentinel pin, not more than an inch wide, that resided on the left side of his shirt collar. Even though he was the second highest rank in the Brotherhood by unanimous vote from the Council, he still remained humble. He was given this pin when he received his Paladin power armor. He was told that he was to wear it when he was not wearing his Brotherhood armor to show his rank and to show Brotherhood allegiance. He remembered that day, when Elder Lyons gave him the wooden crate that contained his pin and Paladin power armor…he was so proud. He even remembered his heart flutter a bit when Sarah Lyons, the only other Paladin, applauded and gave him a wink.
He finished up his laundry in a little under an hour and used a small coil of wire between two pipes to hang his clothes to dry for the afternoon. It was then he was interrupted.
"Paladin Daniel, sir?" Asked one of the head scribes at the Purifier. Daniel turned around, "Yes? What can I get for you?" He asked being as pleasant as he could be. "I have Elder Lyons on the ham radio…he wishes to speak with you." Said the scribe walking towards the table with the ham radio.
Daniel walked up to the table with the radio and sat down. "Lone Wanderer to the Citadel…come in Citadel." He said. "Ahh, my good Paladin, how are you enjoying your new public life?" He asked in a very pleasant manner. "Well it's alright, I guess. Is there something I can do for you Elder Lyons, sir?" He asked respectfully. "Yes, indeed there is. The High Council is holding a series of meetings that are involving the general reconstruction of the Wasteland. Seeing as though you are one of our two Head Paladins, you hold a seat on the Council. All of us are eager to hear your suggestions as to the fact that you are much more familiar with the Wasteland than all of us. We convene tomorrow at noon. We plan on having a week long session of meetings, so we do hope you plan accordingly." Elder Lyons explained. "Yes, sir. I will be there." Daniel answered obediently. "Will I need to wear my power armor as uniform?" He inquired, hoping he could get out of wearing that damned heavy suit donned with medals. "No, that won't be necessary. I've already had one of our runners drop off a new uniform at your home in Megaton. I have decided that it is costing the Brotherhood too much to repair officers' power armor, so for now on, when officers are not on campaign, they will wear a lighter, cloth uniform. I'm sorry my friend, but I have to go. Citadel out." Elder Lyons said and the signal gave out, leaving the radio to scream squelch.
Daniel packed up all of his mostly dry clothes and grabbed his trusty rifle before he made the long hike home. He arrived home around 9 that evening to a very happy Dogmeat. "Hiya, pal! Have you been good? I'm sure Wadsworth took good care of you." Daniel said dropping his duffel bag of clothes down and storing his rifle in the locker near the door. "Ah yes sir, welcome home…although…I believe the canine needs to learn to do his business OUTside." Wadsworth said floating back upstairs. "Oh, and a parcel came for you today, sir!" Wadsworth called from upstairs. Daniel looked onto the end table that was supplied by Moira's Pre-War Housing Themes and saw a brown paper package. He gingerly opened the package to find a sharp looking, blue uniform. Oddly enough, it looked just like one of the Enclave's officers' uniforms that he had seen, only blue instead of grey. In fact, he was sure he had one floating around in a trunk somewhere. A note was attached saying where to attach his Paladin pin as well as the medals he had earned in the past for bravery, outstanding service, engagement in campaigns, and his most prized metal, the Star of Liberty Prime, the Brotherhood's Medal of Honor so to speak. The jacket also came with a matching hat just like the Enclave wore only blue, as well as a matching pair of blue slacks and black shoes. The instructions also said to wear a light, preferably white, undershirt to keep the uniform neat and clean as much as possible. Grabbing an old shirt hangar, he hung up his slacks and officers jacket, pinned on the medals where the instructions said, and quite exhaustedly, made his way to Old Lady Azota's house to give her the laundry he cleaned for her. About twenty minutes later, the Lone Wanderer fell onto his bed and almost instantly fell into a deep sleep.
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