This is the fourth Fallout story I've started, in the time I've been on FanFiction. Though the farthest I've gotten was in Heroes for Hire. (Side note; To those who do like HfH, worry not. I've got it backed up for a later date. Just didn't like to continue on with it at the present time. I guess you could say it was on hiatus.) Now the story is basically following the Main quest (not including Broken Steel) with some minor changes. The only thing I'll tell you is that this bad boy's going to be First person, and the Main character's name is Tristan.

Now on to the Wasteland.

Chapter one

We are born in the Vault, We die in the Vault. I was told that my whole life. All the adults in the Vault, even my own father have said this. Piss ant is what I say! A vault is nothing but a prison. I've hated the place ever since I was ten. The only reason I stay is because the damn door is sealed tight. Though I wish to leave, there are parts of me that wanted to stay. The first is the fact my father is the only family I have left. My mother died a long time ago. The other was what I was told there was nothing left outside.

This was on my mind a lot. Even when I was on my way to school. The day of the infamous G.O.A.T. test. If what some of the other teens had told me, this was not going to be a fun day.

Of course I had to take a medical exam from the top doctor in the Vault. Guess who? Yep, my dad. I learned the hard way to not try and lie to him. He could see past one with no trouble. So I just sat on that gurney with my mouth shut. "Well, as far as I can see, you're a perfectly healthy sixteen year old boy. So now you have to take the GOAT." He said after taking some eye examination tool away from my face. I scoffed and hopped off the gurney. "So I don't want to hear anything otherwise. Now get out of here." He said and put the tool down.

"Hey dad…" I started but fell short. "Yeah, what is it, kiddo?" He said leaning against one of the desks in the med room. "Can we-can we talk? Bout mom?" I asked him, feeling lousy that I did. This is one of the few times I've seen his confidence leave him. Even from fifteen feet away, I saw the normally intense fire in his eyes go out. "Your mother…" He began, trying to find the right words. "Your mother was a good person. She wanted so much to meet you. And she felt you would have a good heart and a good head." He said, looking down. I knew the death of my mother had always been hard on him. I guess I shouldn't have asked.

He then looked up, this time with a smile on his face. "And so, it's time for you learn some common sense and take your GOAT. Because the last thing I need is for your mother's ghost to forever haunt me, because our only son became a garbage burner or some rubbish like that." He said. I laughed and shook my head. "You'll use any excuse to get me out of your office." I said. "Tristan." He said still smiling but this time with a tone. He then pointed to the room's entrance. "Alright, alright. I'm a going."

While I exited the medical center, I saw a very familiar face; my dad's colleague and assistant, not to mention one of my best friends. Jonas. "Hey! Look who it is." he said with a big grin on his face. "Hey Jonas." I said and shook his hand. "Long time no see. How's things going, T? He asked as he adjusted his glasses. "Eh, just going to take the you-know-what." He chuckled. "Yes I do know what you mean. Hey look at this way, if you pass medical you could always give us a hand." He said, while I snorted. "I rather doubt that."

Just then we heard my father's voice from his office. "Jonas? Jonas! Get in here." Both of us smiled. "Sorry Tristan, gotta go. The wife's calling." Jonas said and brushed past me. "Hey good luck with the GOAT exam." I heard him say as I left the med center. "Yeah, god willing." I muttered as I rounded the corner.

It was then after walking the corridor to school did I see something of both annoyance and frustration. The Tunnel Snakes. Ha! Tunnel rats if you ask my opinion. Butch DeLoria is their so-called leader. The other two hoods were Paul Hannon and Wally Mack. Both were alright guys, just not the brightest stars in the sky. I knew all these punks since childhood. Butch was an ass through and through, while Paul was just looking for someone to follow. And Wally…, well I'm not exactly sure about Wally Mack.

Then I saw what really ticked me off; these thugs were picking on a woman. Not just any though, it was my best friend, Amata. The overseer's daughter. "Hey! Butch, you are starting to get on my last nerve." I said as I approached the group. "Well, well. If it isn't daddy's little boy." Butch said with a smug demeanor. Paul and Wally stood on either side of me. I glanced at both of them and then a Butch. "Your pretty brave with your girlfriends next to you." It was then I felt Mack grab the collar of my jumpsuit, it wasn't hard to anger guys like this. "What did you say?" He said gruffly.

I knew picking a fight with three guys was not smart, so I decided on another approach. "Hey Mack, how does it feel to take orders from some punk?" When he heard this Butch simply laughed. "Your serious on trying that? Pitting my own guys against me?" Yea keep laughing bub. It was what not Butch I was watching, but Wally. I saw his eyes moving, he was thinking. I guess my little trick worked. "Now beat this little twerp to a pulp, Wally." Butch said, completely oblivious to Mack's new way of thinking. "Sorry Butch." Wally said, letting go of me and turning to face him. "But nobody tells Wally Mack what to do."

This startled Butch, considering the idiot never had to take no for an answer. "What did you say?" he asked, anger in his voice rising. My attention then turned to Amata. When her eyes met mine, I motioned to head away from this little rebellion and sit back and watch. She understood what I meant and both of us moved towards the classroom. "You're gonna do what I said, you little shit." Butch said jabbing his finger in Mack's shoulder. Wally stood his ground and said, "Or you'll what? Butch you nothing but talk." Mack then turned to Paul and said, "C'mon Paul."

The two walked away from Butch and headed for the classroom. It was then the teacher walked out of the class and saw me and Amata. Brotch turned his attention to the Tunnel Snakes. "We are waiting, gentlemen." So not wanting to have any unnecessary reprisals with the adults, mainly security, the three calmly filed into the classroom. When the fools were out of earshot, Amata turned me, relieved. "Thanks for that. Those guys are such assholes." she said. I grinned and shook my head. "Butch, definitely. Paul and Wally, not really. I mean those two have been friends even before joining Butch's motley crew. Paul would really do just about anything with Wally." I said as I leaned against the wall. "You saw how he just stood by."

Mr. Brotch came back out the classroom and grinned at us. "When I said, 'We are waiting' also meant you two." He said. I held up my hand and nodded. "Coming Mr. B." I grinned and turned to Amata. I motioned to the room and said, "We're expected. So ladies first." Amata moved ahead and scoffed. "Oh, so a smooth talker and a gentleman now?" She said jokingly. "Well, I can always be a damn good lover if you want." I said musing her mockingly. "Don't push your luck, buddy." She said as both of us laughed and found some seats.

So everyone sat quietly as Brotch handed out the GOATs. Well almost everyone when Brotch asked us to sit quietly. Because it was Butch's snickering that broke the silence. "This means you too, Mr. Deloria." So after that little outburst we took our tests. After maybe ten minutes everyone was finished. The funny part of the whole thing is that question ten, the most ridiculous question of them all. It asked who lead the Vault and who we owed are lives to. If I had the option I would say our own damn selves. We have that right, if you ask me.

After the exams were finished we handed them into Brotch so he could tell us where our future lied. Butch was the first in line, looking a little too confident. "Yo teach, I'm done." Before he graded it Brotch actually took his time. "Ah, Butch. Allow me a moment to savor the moment." He said as he leaned back into his chair. "Yeah, yeah. Your full of it Brotch." So not waiting any longer Brotch looked over Butch's test. As he did everyone waited silently. I guess we were all worried that Butch might become the next overseer. Yeah right.

Just then Brotch sat back and said, "Well Butch you certainly surprised me." He said, and leaned back into his chair again. "A hairdresser. Who would have thunk it?" When everyone heard this they snorted, and chortled. Butch turned back and looked at us angrily. "Yeah laugh it up!" He shouted and stormed out of the room. The moment he was out of earshot, everyone, saved Brotch burst out laughing. "Alright, alright everyone. That's quite enough."

So after Everyone handed their tests to the teacher, it was finally my turn. "Hey, Tristan." Brotch said as I handed my GOAT to him. "Brotch." I said simply. As he examined my exam he asked. "You want to tell me what the little incident was outside my classroom was about?" I grunted and waved him off. "It wasn't anything. Just Butch and his thugs picking on Amata again." I said, Brotch upon hearing this, looked up. "Again?" He asked. I sighed and nodded. "This is the third time in a month." I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "Well, this better stop otherwise their gonna have to deal with the overseer."

Brotch then chuckled and said, "Well after seeing this, it's you they'll really have to worry." I turned to him, feeling rather clueless at this point. "You're on your way to being one of our fine security officers, Tristan." Security, huh? I always figured I would be some techie helping my pop and Jonas out. "Though it did throw me for a loop, with both your knowledge of firearms, and medicine." I shrugged and started walking out.

"Oh Tristan?" Brotch asked as I stepped through the threshold. I stopped, turned and asked. "Yeah, Mr. B?" He stayed planted in that chair and put his hands on his chin. "You want to tell me where you learned so much on firearms?" I think he was referring to the fact he knew I had a BB gun since my tenth birthday. I rolled my eyes up and started tomockingly think about it. After a moment, I shook my head and grinned. "No." I said, and walked out.

Well so that was my future. Being security to a prison. I figured since I probably never leave the Vault, I didn't have much choice. An impressive measure to what my life amounted to, huh? Yeah that's pretty much what I thought. Until three years later that was…

Well, not a bad opener huh? I hope I'm doing alright for my first story through first person view. Anyways I pretty sure all of you who played the game know where this is going. On a unrelated note, this was the fastest chapter I've ever written. Only conceived last night!

Right well, you all know the drill, read an review.