I've been in the Capital Wasteland for less than a year, and accomplished more in that brief time than most other living beings ever dream of, defeated the enclave, twice, liberated the Pitt, discovered the secret of Point Lookout, been through the most accurate simulation of operation anchorage, and hijacked an alien Mothership, brought pure water to the wasteland and nearly died countless times doing so, I was willing to in every case, and have been renowned as the wasteland messiah by the almighty Three Dog. The point is the righteous love me and the evil fear me. This is my story.
Chapter 1; the return
Well I had better start with my name and inventory, my name is Jack MaCleery, I'm a Brotherhood of Steel Knight from Vault 101, and so fulfill a multitude of roles, and thus I carry a custom set of brotherhood power armor, Chinese stealth armor, and Merc. Grunt Gear, as well as a Plasma rifle, the MPLX Novasurge, sniper rifle, Trench Knife, and Paulson's .44 magnum revolver. I live in Megaton, but own a room in Rivet City and Underworld. I act as a travelling Doctor and a Soldier of Steel.
I've just crawled out of the old National Guard Depot, with a new pack full of weapons, assault rifles, revolvers, batons, combat knives, a missile launcher, a minigun and the experimental M.I.R.V., as well as combat armor, and radiation suits. As I make my way back to megaton I realised Dogmeat was getting rather quiet, most likely he was hungry. So we stopped at The Temple of The Union and I gave Dogmeat his favourite food, pork and beans mixed with giant ant meat and Bloatfly bits. Dogmeats appetite would never rest, as long as the ingredients for that meal were in existence, somewhere in the wastes.
After Dogmeat finished his 'meal' and I had finished my Salisbury steak and an Ice-Cold Nuka-Cola, we headed toward Megaton and fell into bed at home, after I left my weapons in my locker and my apparel in my filing cabinet, keeping just my Chems, Merc. Grunt Gear and Paulson's Revolver, and made my way to the centre of town were a small medics tent was set up outside the brass lantern with an operating table inside, it was time to get to work.