Author's Note:

This chapter has been modified from the original posting due to heavy reconsideration. The first draft had heavy influence from the ending of the game Mass Effect 3, which didn't serve well for a Fallout-DA:I fic. This has been changed so that it takes the LW from the Fallout-version in comparison. The result is a much shorter prologue chapter which, to me, isn't exactly a good thing. I prefer length in my stories, which will be shown in later chapters.

The alternative/ original version may be posted at a later date for those interested.

Prologue

Time: 21:34/ Date: 2292 C.E./ Location: The Great Jungle, Africa, Earth

The tent was stifling, the temperature, even at night, a suffocating heat that compounded with the humidity to almost suffocate those in attendance at the war conference. In attendance stood many of the greatest combatants and leaders of the New World, ranging from the Ulysses - a man constantly shadowed by a number of medically inclined eyebots - to the famous Sarah Lyons of 'The Capitol.'

"We're almost finished, Mr. Walker." The smooth voice of Robert House said with a measured calm; his voice projected from a synthetic man procured from the Commonwealth - the form an android without an AI and the perfect mobile platform for House to experience the world away from New Vegas. "Not much more until the entirety of the planet is under the umbrella of the Coalition. All we need is to finish this infuriating country, and you will be welcomed back to New Vegas and to your loving wife. She's due to deliver your third child in the coming weeks, so let's hurry this up so you can be on the next airship home.

Cain Walker - the Lone Wanderer to those who knew him only by legend - shook his head, his appearance had largely remained as it had from when he had first left Vault 101 all those years ago; he never aged, a presumed side-effect of his experiments for Moira Brown, and so he kept his dirty-blonde locks and his piercing sky-blue eyes, the major differences that set him apart from fading into a crowd of young adults remain his prosthetic right arm, his custom designed power armor - dubbed C, and his overbearing height at an imposing 6'9 that made his lean musculature seem all the more predatory. "I know this, House. As much as I'd rather be home, I'm here, on the front lines, fighting in skirmishes against the warlords and tribals. If you had any sense as a military leader, I'd allow you to take over; though we both know it's best for me to be here." He growled out, his mood sour with the reminder.

He turned to gaze down at a map spread across the table in the middle of the room, several circles marked the locations of large facilities owned by the wrlords of the area and the numerous, hostile, tribes.

"What's the status of our advance troops?" He asked aloud. "Have they finished setting up?"

"They're in position, just waiting on your orders to begin. When they get the go, they'll go loud and prove a distraction while the rest of our forces come in; with luck, they'll know to target the heavy troopers first." A man to the side answered, standard T-51B power armor covered his form. "After they drop the hammer, our Vertibirds will allow for us to rapidly deploy our heavy hitters so we may strike while they are disoriented. Strike hard, strike fast."

"Good, make sure our power armor troops are loaded with atleast one Tesla Cannon and one Missile Launcher. No mercy to anyone who shows resistance, but make sure no one who surrenders or is a civilian is hurt. Any purposeful acts against non-combatants will not go unpunished."

The man nodded before doing a quick salute and leaving the tent.

"Alright, let's get moving. Ulysses, you're to go to our friends in Texas and oversee the training of our next batch of troops. They should be nearly done so you'll be the one to judge whether or not they're satisfactory; take Boone with you, he's due to head back anyway to see Cass in New Vegas anyway."

"By your orders, Wanderer." The deep voice of Ulysses rumbled from behind his gasmask before he too left the tent.

"Fighters, to your Vertibirds. Don't let me down. Charon, stay behind." Cain ordered, the others did a quick salute before only himself and the old Ghoul Charon remained.

"Yes, Boss?" He asked, his voice sill the same gruff, scratchy voice it had been when they had first met back in 2277.

Cain smiled for a moment, memories rushing through his mind of when the two were both several decades younger.

"Even with time, neither of us has changed much, right?" He asked after a moment to receive a hesitant nod. "We look the same, mostly anyway, but our experiences have changed us in ways unseen to the untrained eye. Even Boone, not taking into account his ghoulification, is the same. We've changed, all of us. Hardened from the countless battles, only Boone has gone through something similar from when he was younger, and we also have learned much. Hopefully, after we're done here...we can get some time to relax. No fighting, no wars."

"Doubtful, Boss." Charon chuckled merthlessly. "You should know yourself by now, unless you're in the middle of the action, you'll never be content. We both know you could be back in New Vegas with your wife and kids, giving us orders from the comfort of your own home."

"Yeah, maybe you're right." Cain acknowledged after a moment, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Let's go." He started at a jog towards a nearby Vertibird, the large Supermutant, Fawkes, sat waiting inside, clad in a larger version of Cain's own power armor, as did a small, lithe robotic figure by the name of Alpha; it wore no clothes but had numerous bandoliers of spare magazines for its weapon. In the mutant's hand sat his trademark Gatling Laser, heavily modded throughout the years by both the large being himself and the Wanderer; and in Alpha's arms sat a long sniper rifle that appeared to be longer than it was tall - a likely feat when it had only been designed at a height of 5'2.

A nod of greeting was all that passed between the three as Charon boarded.

"Where's Omega at?" Cain asked the smaller automaton after a moment.

"Not far, Omega is at the back." The small robot motioned back, pointing out a monstrous crate; Cain simply nodded in response.

"Here, we go! Next stop, the head hancho's stronghold!" The pilot shouted back over the sounds of the spinning blades of the vehicle.

The Vertibird took off a moment later, it started slow before shooting off up and away from the small base; it only took a few moments before klaxon sirens blared through the small ship, deafeningly loud.

"We've been locked onto! Performing evasive manuvers!" The pilot shouted, the passengers in the back quickly secured themselves to their seats and prepared for the worst as the pilot rocked them back and forth, turning and diving in an attempt to dodge whatever unseen threat pursued them. "What the hell are these things! Mayday, mayday, this is Vertibird Charlie-Sierra-216, I are currently being engaged by unknown flyers in route to designation Bravo-14 in Quadrant-9 from Command Base-Alpha! I request immediate assistance!" The pilot cried out into the radio in the front.

Cain shook his head as he reached down beneath his seat and withdrew his helmet, the other two did the same as they prepared for the inevitable; the small robot moved to the back of the ship, grasping at webbing along the floor of the Vertibird, before slipping inside the crate it had motioned to earlier.

"I can't shake them!" He cried back before, with a loud explosion and a highpitched scream of...something flying past, the world went black for Cain.

Time: Unknown/ Date: Unknown/ Location: Unknown

"Back away from the Breach!" A hoarse, male voice ordered, the owner waved his right arm back with urgency as he commanded the nearby soldiers, all clad in heavy platemetal armor. "Fall back!"

"There's someone in there!" Another man called out, the first turned his head back to look into the large tear between the real world and the Fade.

Faintly a heavily armored creature, too tall to be a simple man yet possibly a hornless-Qunari, could be seen falling through the air before he pierced the Rift and fell to the ground below. A few seconds later, an unarmored, smaller figure, clearly a female elf, fell beside him with a thud; a bright green mark glowed on her hand, seemingly reacting with the Breach. An impossibly large, golden woman stood on just the other side and glanced down to the figures below. She almost seemed…sad before vanishing from sight, the Rift itself then seemed to shudder and partially collapse on itself before the gathered individuals figured it safe and moved in, cautiously, to carry the unknowns away.

"Strip him of his armor and cuff them, the Seeker will have some questions."

Author's Note:

Here's a new fic for those interested; it's a crossover between Fallout and Dragon Age: Inquisition with ties to the Fallout-Metro fic I have also started.

This fic will largely follow the events of DA:I, yet from the view point of the Lone Wanderer as a companion/ advisor to the Inquisitor. And, for those that caught the date at the beginning of the chapter, this does have the LW at - roughly - the age of 34; yet, for those that also caught the mention of Moira Brown's experiments, he has kept a younger body at roughly the age of 19 - 20. The reasoning is a modified version of Ghoulification, which is backed up by the ability that LW obtains after aiding her with the severe radiation poisoning portion of the Wasteland Survival Guide where he/ she now has crippled limbs repaired when exposed to high levels of radiation.

This will be updated on an irregular basis, just check out my Halo-Destiny fic and you'll understand that. Updates could be done weekly or monthly, possibly even spaced out more, but it will be updated.

Comment, favorite, follow, do whatcha want. And, following the example of my Halo-Destiny fic, feel free to submit DA:I-focused OCs that may – or may not – be put into the story.