Before the Great Atomic War of 2077 the U.S. based company "Vault-Tec" built vast underground vaults for the citizens of America to survive the nuclear Holocaust in. For those who couldn't gain access to these vaults there was an alternative that was seemingly innocent at first glance. The Canadian emergency vaults were supposedly the second option for any American unable to seek refuge in a standard vault-Tec vault. In reality, anyone who was strictly of an organized religious group was bused to these vaults, being told that the other vault spots were, "Taken".

People of a specific religion were put in a specific vault, supposedly to preserve the beliefs of the past for research and examination in the future. The reality of these vaults was that each of the ventilation systems for these vaults was equipped with time-activated neurotoxin releasers that would eliminate all of its inhabitants. Religion was useless to the American government and so they sought to eliminate it and create their own religion in the future that would serve their own purposes. Before they could activate these neurotoxin diffusers however, the main vault of the American government's representatives was destroyed after their vault door had malfunctioned and they were cooked alive in the nuclear radiation.

Now, these cheaply developed toxins have lain stagnant for more than two hundred years and have grown useless, unable to strike a victim with even a minor sickness. These vaults have flourished with the equipment given to them; G.E.C.K. and all. This story is about a group of people from the Protestant-Christian Vault located outside of Calgary, and their adventure to find what they believed to be the perfect haven in the Wasteland…

The view of the sunrise was amazing upon that hill, the clouds seeming to circle the sun as it rose over the horizon in a beautiful dance of nature. Fall leaves blew in the wind and obstructed the view of the once bustling freeway, now littered with destroyed vehicles of all sorts, and the skeletal corpses of the people simply called by the vault-dwellers "the unlucky ones" people who did not take refuge in a vault.

"Look at it," said Joseph as he and Martin stared towards the east wondering what might be beyond, "Isn't it amazing how even after the war the sun still decides to shine down on us with the same beautiful radiance."

Martin slowly turned to stare at his friend with a goofy smile.

"Hell if I know," said Martin, half laughing at what had just been said, "We weren't around back then dumbass, the sun could have been blue for all we know."

"Ha. Ha. Ha. You're so funny, you know I like staring out at the horizon and wondering what might be over there, it makes me… I don't know."

Martin started to laugh again, so Joseph got up to leave. The black hooded sweater he wore ought to have made him hot in all different kinds of weather, but it never bothered him even now in late august. The hard-plastic respirator hanging down from his neck shifted from side to side as he moved, so did the holster for the ornate revolver he found when exploring the city, in fact almost all of the items that he owned had been found in the city, except for the vault C-05 jumpsuit that he wore beneath his jacket. Martin could have sworn that Joseph had some form of OCD as he glared below to the holster on his belt and sighed.

"Damn it, wrong holster again." He then proceeded to swap his revolver from the holster on his waist to the one secured tightly to his chest, as he also removed the 10mm pistol that sat on his chest and sat it instead on his waist. "Well I'm going down to the vault entrance to hang out with the boys, you coming?"

"Yeah, what the hell…"

As they got down to the small settlement surrounding the entrance to the vault their eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the giant gear like door with the numbers "05" printed upon it. Ramshackle metal and wooden huts lined the way to the vault door with the 200-so members of the vault gathered everywhere. Joseph's friends sat just in front of the vault entrance on dirty half-ass repaired lawn chairs they had found in town. The vault was built into the side of a hill right beside Calgary, or what once was the city of Calgary.

Josephs brown eyes and dark, long, wavy hair shone bright in the light of the rising sun. Martin's short light brown hair however, was always shining with a beautiful light reflected from whatever little light there was available, and his blue eyes had a look about them that made him seem surer of himself. He always wore a large brown leather jacket that had many pockets and atop his head was a caravan trader hat. Martin had always dreamed of traveling with the big caravans that passed through town, but thought it was best to stay with his friends in the vault.

"What's up brother," Amos said, however he was not Joseph's brother. "Take a seat, relax" he said as he threw a nearby chair towards him, his long dirty blonde hair waved as the air caught it, revealing his green eyes and a scruffy soul patch. He donned a long brown trail duster with the numbers C-05 on the back; he obviously did that himself the way that it was horribly stitched on, under that a bullet-proof vest and a t-shirt. His legs were covered by a pair of black jeans that he had found in the city while exploring with the other boys. "Mathew's back so we won't be going into the vault."

It was only then that Joseph glanced over and saw another familiar face, a bigger man with long, wavy, brown hair, longer than his. He was showing off his pride and joy, his new suit of T-45d Power Armour he had received during his long-stretch of training with the brotherhood of steel out west.

Unfortunately, there was a law in the vault and the settlement surrounding it: If you go too far from the settlement or Calgary, when you returned you were no longer welcome in the vault, as you had abandoned your kin and sought personal benefit rather than that of the vault dwellers.

"Mathew!? Is that you!?" said Joseph

Mathew brushed his bangs back to reveal his deep, dark, brown eyes and said "What kind of a question is that? You forget about me already?"

Joseph had never seen Matt in his Power Armour and it fit him nicely. Other than the black gloves and the areas where the joints connected, the armour was made of a very hard, very deep gray metal, as solid as a mountain. Its metallic surface was cold ice, cold steel that gave him a look of disconnection from the world. A cross hung from his neck, as one did from all of the vault dwellers.

"Sup' man, you two have been up there for a while" James, a man with what Joseph would describe as Caramel skin, from the vault and a master of close-quarters stealth, proceeded to cough and say the word "Homo" to them under his breath. Everyone laughed except for Martin and Joseph and one other person that he noticed.

These laughs were easily picked out by Joseph. The one who wasn't laughing was Thaddeus, a tall man with freckles standing out on his pale skin that brought out the colour in his green eyes and short light brown hair; he wore a beanie with goggles on them, for egotistical style purposes, and a gasmask hanging down his neck. A black leather jacket adorned with two pockets covered his white t-shirt. He, like Amos, was wearing black jeans although his were much baggier.

The other voice was Daniel, a bigger man than the rest. He wore a very dirty white hooded sweatshirt that didn't compliment his blond hair and blue eyes much. He had a breath-mask, but he also wore a bandana that covered the whole top of his head, tied in the back. Thaddeus still wasn't laughing.

"C'mon now, ain't no reason to be nasty." Thaddeus said this in a strict tone to ward off the taunting James.

Daniel sat there silently giggling to himself as everyone turned to look at another approaching figure. He was carrying a mass pile of weapons on one shoulder and one on the other as other vault-dwellers cleared the way for him to get by. As the man came closer you could make out that he was wearing goggles and had, yet again, a gasmask around his neck, it rocked back and forth on his neck. The man wore a soldier's helmet and army boots. He also had a camouflaged pair of pants and a matching jacket, Joseph personally thought that they suited Solomon well.

"How's things." Said Solomon in his surprisingly "Nerd-esque" voice, making him sound like an awkward twelve year old. "We're going to the trade caravans today to—"

He was cut off by Amos "To trade, Duh?" Amos was always first to point out your flaws although it was evident that he wasn't being serious at all.

"In any case; let's suit up." blurted Martin. This was odd, because usually martin wouldn't need any weapons as he dealt with the caravan dealers.

Joseph bent over the giant pile of weapons that Solomon had dropped on the ground in front of them. He saw a G36 rifle, His favorite ever since he first used it in the firing range years ago, and instantly grabbed for it and wrapped the strap around himself so that it would sit comfortably on his chest. The early nineteen nineties design was quite advanced looking compared to the other weapons surrounding it. He then saw a silencer and grabbed that too, just in case. He then decided to travel a bit heavier this time, grabbing both an Old hunting shotgun and a hunting rifle with a scope. He strapped both to his back and went to his family's shack to grab his medical supplies. Joseph was an accomplished medic/doctor in the settlement and took pride in his navigation and survival skills. When he grabbed for his sack some stimpacks fell out, he scrambled to get them in, as he headed out the door. He waved bye to his grandma and mother as he left to get back to his friends.

When he returned, the "Militia" was ready for an expedition; at least, that's how he liked to think about it. Joseph always liked the idea of adventure. Mathew was playing around with a laser rifle and had his power fist on. Martin held a silenced sniper rifle made with carbon fibre parts for light weight travel and had a silenced 10mm SMG on his waist; he was always a quiet fighter. Amos had an M14 Assault rifle in his macho looking hands and an overly big magnum on his side that trumped Joseph's pistol. He also had another pistol, smaller than the other one, and a shotgun on his back, Solomon was fiddling with a bulky Plasma rifle that outsized all the rifles there and had two laser pistols on his waist, not to mention the technicians pack on his back. He was always a techy kind of man. James was in his stealth suit, black to the stiches, with black thin armour plating all over it, he was wielding a silenced SMG a lot like Martin's and two silenced pistols that were no bigger than his Pip-Boy. The part that scared Joseph was the two combat knives that he had on his arms, he had seen him fight a training dummy once with those things, and he tore it to shreds.

Looking at them all in a group, you would assume that they were all around twenty years of age, this was right; Joseph was nineteen as was Martin. The rest were all twenty years old. He looked over and saw Thaddeus and Daniel grabbing their gear. Thaddeus was tying his shoe, but beside him laid a shotgun, it looked like a SPAZ but Joseph couldn't tell, on his back there was a Light machine gun of some kind, and he had a revolver on his waist. Daniel had essentially the same gear with him except he had an assault rifle instead of an LMG that wasn't dissimilar to Amos'.

Amos spoke first "Hey Joe, you ready yet, we gotta' get goin'."

"Yeah… Yeah I'm ready, let's go."