I am the lone wanderer. Four years ago I changed the world. I brought clean water to a dirty wasteland.
Four years ago my legacy started. This legacy has been told around campfires and to get children to sleep since i stepped out of the vault. I have lived up to the name my father gave me. Hope. I brought hope with me and gave it out wherever I went. I am the Lone Wander. And this is my story.
Everyone knows about my quest to find my father and activate the purifier, so instead I will tell you what happened after.
After activating the purifier, I continued wandering. This brought me to places like the Pitt, Maryland, into a pre-war combat simulator of Operation: Anchorage, and even to a spaceship full of aliens.
Each adventure I went on took its toll on me, both physically and mentally. After Pittsburg I had panic attacks that I didn't know how to deal with and had trouble sleeping for a few months. When I got back from Maryland I had a nasty scar running along the side of my head because some asshole decided to take a piece of my brain out. I kept it and have it in a jar on top of my infirmary.
After I got off Mothership Zeta I was in shock and really unnerved from being in space and looking down on earth with a whole new perspective, and meeting people from ages lost in time. Not to mention killing aliens and stealing their technology
I uploaded tons of info on all sorts of stuff on a holodisk that I gave to the Brotherhood. I was always fairly good with science so I helped file through and make some prototype weapons, armor, new medical supplies, and upgrades for Liberty Prime and the vertibirds.
I helped make what we call "light power armor" or "LPA". It's mostly just interlocking plates of thick, ablative ceramic plates. It was designed to be light, effective, comfortable, and easily repaired. After it was finished it was given to me to test and make sure that if I got shot I wouldn't feel it and could continue fighting. It worked wonders and I got myself a new set of armor that was as comfortable as leather and stronger than my old T-51b. I felt like a little tank and I loved it.
Along with the alien technology from Zeta, I had acquired a Chinese Stealth Suit from the Outcasts vault I opened after completing Operation: Anchorage. I let the Brotherhood borrow it so they could see how the pre-war suit worked. It was slightly different than Stealth Boys, it remained active until you turned it off whereas a Stealth Boy was timed. After finding how the stealth shields could remain active for so long they harnessed the power and using what little resources they had, they were able to put the stealth shields on commando armor and even a couple vertibirds.
We found a way to upgrade the vertibirds to be faster and more efficient. We called it the VTOLbird, VTOL stands for vertical take off and landing. Under all the firewalls in the alien files we found schematics for this new aircraft. Unlike the vertibird, it used engines rather than the propeller on top. It could take off and land like a Vertibird but once your in air you can change the engines angle and it becomes like a jet. The engineers were only able to make one due to the lack of supplies and most of the good parts were going onto Liberty Prime, but they came through with one working VTOLbird. After adding the stealth software it was complete.
After they had figured out most of the extraterrestrials secrets, Scribe Rothschild and Elder Lyons decided to share them with the other BoS outposts and scientists working at the Purifier.
They had sent regular vertibirds containing paladins and scribes with copies of the holodisk I made and more with the records and results of our tests and experiments.
They had gotten them to most of the outposts on the East Coast without a hitch but the ones in the West we're becoming problematic.
It was mostly just the Mojave outpost, the vertibirds getting shot down and the paladins killed. The Mojave was always a problem, going offline and losing communication with them was the first red flag.
We had no idea what happened or where they were, last we had heard from them they were at a power plant called HELIOS One.
They started sending out the information out around the middle of 2280 and by December of that year the Brotherhood was gaining more territory north and south of us, except the west. We were losing our land and becoming forgotten on the west coast.
I heard that the New California Republic was taking control and pushing us back and that there was another third party coming into play called the Legion. Apparently they were just some idiots with machetes and football gear that mostly sold slaves, hated women, and wore red. What they lacked in technique they made up for in numbers. Whatever, if a bullet can't get though my armor then I don't think the sharp sticks they fight with will either.
After still hearing only nothing from the Mojave for 5 months they began to worry and not having their troops come back was reason enough to send help.
While I'm a Brotherhood Paladin, and member of the Lyons Pride, I don't really consider myself a member. I don't follow most of their rules, I don't have to be there or follow Sarah's commands, I didn't go through recruitment or have to earn my rank or anything, but I will always help them out. It gets pretty boring in Megaton and they only call on me if there's a serious problem they can't do.
So when I got a memo from Rothschild requesting I go to the citadel I went as fast as I could. He told me he was sending me to the Mojave to look for the lost chapter, I said yes and he gave me a week to get my stuff and meet him back here where the stealth VTOLbird will be waiting.
I said bye to Butch and I let him use my house to stay in while he starts up his barber shop. I told him I probably won't be back for a long time but when I come back, my house better be in better condition than when I left. I trust him enough to believe him when he said he wouldn't touch anything but the bed and couch. I think I got my point across when I told him I programmed Mr Wadsworth to shoot him if he messes my shit up. I only lied a little.
I was surprised to hear that Elder Lyons wasn't sending Sarah with me but I guess he'd rather send someone like me into the unknown instead of his daughter. I'm going to miss Sarah, she's been my best friend for almost three and a half years, since I became a member of the Pride. I gave Fawkes the important mission of keeping her safe, he's always been a good friend, even tried to storm an Enclave base for me, he might have succeeded if I hadn't blown it up.
I won't forget the things my friends have done to help me, and I know the people here won't forget the things I have done for them. But I've done everything I can here, it's time to move on to the next chapter in the Tale of The Lone Wanderer.
So on to the Mojave and on to new adventures. I had thought it was just going to be, find the Brotherhood, Sort out shit with the Brotherhood, come home. That all changed when I met the courier. I didn't count on helping a man rise from the grave to the top of The Lucky 38 and take over New Vegas. Or that I might want to stay.
