How faint the tune
Somewhere there's heaven
How high the moon
There is no moon above
When love is far away too
Till it comes true
That you love me as I love you
Somewhere there's music
How near, how far
Somewhere there's heaven
It's where you are
The darkest night would shine
If you would come to me soon
Until you will, how still my heart
How high the moon..."
(Les Paul & Mary Ford - How High the Moon)
War. War never changes.
When atomic fire hailed through the sky, many lives were lost, and the American way of life that was known and loved, was gone. Although America ceased to exist as a unified nation, many found a way to survive each day. Some took shelter in underground vaults that protected from the holocaust. Some took advantage of the lack of law and became raiders, who terrorized, pillaged, killed, raped, and maimed. Others became slavers, which was previously banned by constitutions worldwide and otherwise frowned upon. Others, simply, were vagrant wastelanders, looking for a place to call home.
You are an Enclave soldier, from Chicago, Illinois. Following the crushing defeating of the Brotherhood of Steel, the entire city was unified under the Enclave name. The American name. You and several others were then shipped to cities in the Hudson Wasteland (also known as New York City) and the Dixie Wasteland (in the ruins of former Alabama). You were one of many troops sent to the Dixie Wasteland to unify and secure the area under the Enclave name. There is no doubt there will be hindrances and roadblocks in your path. Some wastelanders think you are corrupt, tyrannical evildoers. Others believe you are godsend, and heroes of the wastelanders. None, however, will prevent your mission entirely, because all who oppose the Enclave will be removed... Forever.