Crossed Paths

by Omega436

The Sole Survivor, Sentinel Simon Atwater, is sent on a mission in the Capital Wasteland, discovers the corpse of the Lone Wanderer. With the Citadel plagued with mysterious attacks and the Brotherhood rife with unrest, the Sentinel is forced to save the Brotherhood while coming to terms with the reality of the Wasteland and his allegiances both in Boston and in DC.

1. Prologue

Crossed Paths

Day 1:

The Commonwealth is an unforgiving place. Everywhere you turn, you have enemies trying to make you their new trophy. What Preston said is true, you can never have too many friends out in the Commonwealth. So I took his advice and made lots of shiny new friends, the operative word being shiny. If you haven't already guessed, I'm talking about the Codex-carrying, Laser Rifle-packing, Latin-speaking Brotherhood of Steel.

I still remember exactly what happened. Paladin Danse desperately trying to take out Ferals, sending me on a mission to find the lost patrol, and yes, that fateful day when I stepped out of the Fort Hagen roof to find a giant airship flying into the Commonwealth. Kinda leaves an imprint. This was my chance to be something.

After all this time, I'm still not sure what galvanized me to step on that vertibird and head to the Prydwen. I think at the time, I was thinking "Power Armor! Yes!" I talked with Kells, met all of the Proctors, assisted Maxson- sorry, Elder Maxson, and I was sent on my way to assist the Brotherhood.

I proved myself to be their greatest weapon. I was promoted from Knight to Paladin, and then from Paladin to Sentinel. Apparently the highest rank next to Elder. I remembered a Scribe telling me about someone in the Capital Wasteland with that title. Suzy? Sasha? I don't remember.

I was an asset to the Brotherhood. They needed me, and a lot of people told me. I figured they were going to just let me be on my way. I'm shocked at the news a Paladin gave me.

"Sentinel. Pack your gear, weapons and essentials. You and three other Paladins are going to the Capital Wasteland."

As I sit here, typing these words into a log, I'm filled with fear, determination, and most of all, a sense of curiosity. Everyone on the Prydwen had to adapt to the Commonwealth, something hard to do. I've seen the Commonwealth at her worst. How bad can the Capital Wasteland be? Time to get a few hours of sleep. By the next update, I'll be in the land of D.C!

Author's Note:
Hi there! Thank you so much for choosing to read my story. Please read on, it does get better. (I think it does. If you hate it, well that's your decision I guess.) Anyways, if you enjoy the story, please give it a review or a favorite! If you don't like the story and have some suggestions on what you think I could do to make it better, please leave a review or PM me. That's pretty much it! Thanks again!
-Omega