Zug Island was a small place next to the former great city of Detroit. Though not directly attached to the city, it was a place known for it's industry and materials. When the great war took place many of the resources of the city and it's surrounding area were taken to manufacture weapons and technology needed to win.

In the end as fire rained down from the skies, the only thing left in the memory of a once great nation and city was ash, fire, and brimstone. Lifetimes have passed, and the area surrounding the Great Lakes has become a bit more civiilized after decades of hard work and struggling. The area once known as Zug Island has fallen into nothing more than an uninhabitable junkyard known as the 'Zug Lands'. Several years ago the Zug lands were taken over by a man everyone has their own mystery for him.

The Junkman, the dirt warden, even the bottomfeeder. The people who trade with him have come to understand and work alongside him all these years. As for everyone else he's simply known as the 'Scavenger'.

[2325]

"Vault 59 was one of the most precious and amazing technological marvels designed by vault-tech industries. The peo-pe-pe-peeeeeeeewwww" A single robotic voice jumped outside of the grey screened pip-boy just as it's wearer dragged a heavy spider-like legged machine with a single blinking eye attempting to beep through heavy static.

"Robo-Bud...M...X...G..." Between the beeps and the pings it was hard to make out anything that the broken machine was saying. Like so many other machines that laid in the junk heap that was the Zug Lands, this robot was thrown here after someone found it and realized all the scraps inside weren't worth much. As the machine kept attempting to plead for something, his carrier wasn't all too impressed with his cries.

Inbetween the dragging of the oversized robot by one of his legs and fiddling with his broken pip-boy, Scavenger wasn't exactly in his highest of moments when he noticed the visitors from the otherside of bridge. The bridge to the Zug Lands was once a beautiful railroad that went by day and night, inviting people into the industrial marvel. Now it was reduced to rusted old run down walkway.

Every high noon the men and women from places as close as the Southern Front to as far away as the Downlands come to the island in an attempt to find something of use to trade with the Scavenger. The caravan that came today didn't have any noticable features or symbols. They wore thick heavy armor similar to the older class of Power Armors he'd dug up and fixed.

A series of blue lights and fine coloring seperated this power armor from the one's he'd come across shined brightly showing the three men walking towards him in their heavy arms. As they reached the edge of the bridge the Scavenger waved the group in giving them the global signal that he was ready to do business with them at any point in time.

As he rose his hand up for another series of waves one of the larger men of the group stopped and pulled for something off of his backpack. Giving himself a bit of time to look a bit closer, the Scavenger noticed a single bright light appearing from the pack on the man. In his hands was a large cannon unlike anything that he'd ever seen. In a matter of seconds the Scavenger was taking off as fast as he could, knowing all too well that the light could be his end.

The last thing the Scavenger noticed was a large blue and red bright light falling down from overhead, rendering everything around him black. The last thing he remembered before the area was devoured into a deep darkness was an intense ringing.

"You think this is any good?" A single voice awoke the Scavenger from his painfully long rest. Opening his heavy eyelids, the Scavenger noticed the rusted and heavily damage insides of a Tank cockpit. The memories of the attack that he'd been apart of some time ago. When the bright flash of light was fired from the three men who'd showed up to the Zug Lands, the Scavenger thought as fast as he could and hide himself inside of one of the broken bodied tanks. The thick skin of the metallic behemoth could survive a point blank shot from a fatman, but was almost torn apart by the heat from whatever it was that he'd been struck with.

Another series of voices were heard outside of the tank, making the Scavenger jump up to his feet attempting to get out. His legs were unfortunately tripped up by those of the broken robot he'd dragged with him the entire time. "Dan-dange-ger Rob-" The machine was trying it's hardest to warn him of the painfully obvious as the Scavenger gripped one of the legs of the machine and dragged it with him outside of the tank. The two managed

Attempting to figure out how much time had passed, Scavenger looked at his pip-boy only to see the time 12:00 flashing like it always did whenever the thing broke. The noise of his pip-boy repeating it's built in message every fifteen minutes combined with the over the top screeching of the machine he'd been dragging with him, were quickly drowned out by the noise of the two raiders looking through the remains that were once his living shack.

One was armed with what looked like a poorly kept laser rifle, and the other with some sort of bolt action rifle. The two were poking through smoldering ash and a series of containers attempting to find something of worth. "I can't tell the difference between these scraps of metal and crap." One of the raiders with a dark orange mohawk took his laser rifle and poked against the container attempting to check it's contents. The other younger man with a half shaven orange head took his rifle and continued to survey the area. "Hurry it up. We don't get back in time, boss is gonna' take our heads."

Crouching down as far as he could, the Scavenger took ahold of the machine he'd been dragging alongside him all this time and brought it overhead. In a heavy swing, the Scavenger managed to connect with the face of the lookout just as he turned to see the single blinking light on the side of the robot. Upon hearing the loud thud, the mohawk wearing individual turned only to find himself catching a single bullet in the side of the head. The Scavenger quickly took ahold of the laser rifle, and put his first target out of his misery.

Holding onto each rifle and fastening them onto his back, the Scavenger began to survey the area attempting to see what had happened. What little that wasn't junk before, sure as hell was now. The shack that the Scavenger once used as his home was destroyed. Rubbing away at his eyes and looking at the remains of his life he could only turn dragging a single long legged robot.