I do not own fallout 4, just this story and the Canadian Theory. Now I'll have a poll on who her love interest should be between Hancock, Macready, and Preston. Enjoy!
On the outskirts of Boston, Raiders and drifters were allowed a peculiar sight. A caravan. Not just a caravan of a few people, oh no, this was a real one, wagons, horses and people included, and a big one at that, almost 10 wagons. Many kept their eyes glued on the majestic animals a few of the caravan guards rode, as they were a rare sight. The wastelanders just called them thunderfeet, as it was the most remarkable thing about those animals.
At the head of the caravan, a woman cloaked in black rode on a horse with a brown coat and a black mane and tail, with a white strip down its face and black stockings. The woman lifted her head to reveal shockingly bright blue eyes. Her hair was a dark shade of brown and was long, falling out in waves. She held a cigarette to her rosy lips as she turned to check up on her charges. This was Phoenix Black. Not her real name nor her first, but both she doesn't know, thanks to the Canadian Association of Research.
The CAR is a secretive group that did a secret government experiment. Basically, they took orphaned infants and injected them with special mutated genes to make the ultimate superhuman. What they got were people with superpowers, high radiation resistance and a very long lifespan (almost like a ghoul's). Phoenix was one of their most successful victims, but that was a story for another time.
The woman shook out the unpleasant memories from her head as her right hand man, or ghoul, rode up to her on his jet black mare. "You alright there boss?" He asked, his voice having a Texan accent to it. His name was Randal and he wore a blue button up shirt with a red bandanna around his neck, brown pants and brown boots. He handed her a black leather cowboy hat. "This flew off yer head and you didn't notice." He said. She took the hat and placed it on her head. "Just scars of my past. It'll be alright. We should focus on getting the caravan to a safe place. I'll see if that Goodneighbour place is any good. You keep them moving towards there." She tells him as she clicked and tapped her mount's side with the heel of her boots, sending it off into a gallop.
The ghoul shook his head as another man rode up on a palomino mare. "She alright?" He asked. On close inspection, the man seemed to be missing skin around his neck and arm to show wiring and metal. He had a nicely styled brown hairdo and warm brown eyes, and his skin was kinda tanned. He wore a red flannel over a white tank top and jeans with brown work boots. He was well built as well with some stubble on his chin. This was Calvin, the third in command and a synth. He, Randal and Phoenix were close, as they started this whole caravan.
"She'll be fine, Cal. Just keep them moving to where we said and she'll meet us there." He says. The synth nodded and turned his horse to trot to the back of the caravan. The ghoul made a come on motion with his arm to the first wagon and they moved along, the guards keeping their weapons out. Boston was not a good place, and Randal was hoping the woman he called his sister would be safe.
Well that's all for chapter one! Hoped you liked it!