It was dark and cloudy as the Wasteland was quiet. Not a sound could be heard except for the wind. A few Mole Rats scratched at the ground, looking for food. The clouds slowly parted, revealing the shining moon.
The moon's light caught on something moving and shining. Hiding in the shadows of rocks were four figures in silver bulky metal armor. They were holding gleaming laser rifles, armed and ready for anything.
One of the figures looked up and once seeing the coast was clear he signaled to his team to move. They left the rocks shadows and swiftly moved across the Wasteland. They came over a hill to be before a large building.
It was a citadel, their home and fortress. The four came to the large gate where two others in the same armor stood. Getting a nod, the gate opened and the four went in. Many others in armor were inside the citadel, shooting and fighting. It was like a boot camp in here.
The head of the group dispatched them and walked over towards a figure that was watching the training. The man was old with white hair on his head, minus the top, and head a white mustache connected to his beard. "Elder Lyons." said the man. This was Owyn Lyons, or Elder Lyons as he's now called, is the leader of the Brotherhood of Steel here in the Capitol Wasteland. He turned to his soldier and nodded.
"Well, what's your report?" asked Lyons. "We didn't find any pre-war tech, we were beaten to it." said the man. "Damn, the Enclave got to it before us." cursed Lyons. He slowly walked away and the soldier followed. "Should I organize another search party?" asked the man.
"No, that was our only tip on pre-war tech we had in months." said Lyons. He slowly shook his head and looked to the night sky. "At this rate we'll never finish the weapon, perhaps it's a pointless thing, that we're meant to be ruled by the Enclave." sighed Lyons. The soldier felt bad but then he came closer.
"That is not true Elder, we didn't find pre-war tech, but we heard a good thing." said the man. "What is it?" asked Lyons. "Peace has been brought between Arefu and the Family." said the man. This shocked the old man greatly, peace was delivered?! "Impossible, those two have been fighting since the time of the Great War, when they both were created." said Lyons.
"I know but think, that prophecy we heard many times, I think it's true." said the man. "The one about the peace-bringer with black eyes coming from a tomb?" asked Lyons. "Yes, it's been 200 years since the Great War, since the chaos started, the peace-bringer has emerged." said the man. Lyons nodded and turned to his soldier. "Thank you for telling me this, you are dismissed, get some sleep." said Lyons.
The man nodded and walked away. The elder sighed and looked to the night sky. 'Is it true, mighty God, has peace finally come, please send me a sign.' thought Lyons. As he stood there, a peaceful breeze blew over him, shocking the old man. No chill or death was in this breeze, it was just a nice breeze with a pleasant scent...butterscotch? He shook that off and looked to the sky to smile.
"Thank you, lord." said Lyons. He turned and headed off to his chambers for the night. It was the sign he was looking for, the sign he needed.
'The peace-bringer has come at last.' thought Lyons.
*~* FALLOUT *~*
Far from the Brotherhood of Steel's citadel, in a secret location, a loud bang could be heard. Standing over a desk, with his fist smashed into it, was a man hidden in the shadows. He wasn't happy with what he'd been told.
His soldiers succeed in bringing in pre-war tech, however they brought troubling news. Peace had been brought between Arefu and the Family, the news had spread fast that peace was returning to the wastes.
'It can't be true, how on Earth can peace be brought back...wait, it couldn't be!' thought the man. He thought of that prophecy he'd heard many times, the one passed down for the past 200 years! "After two centuries of chaos, peace will come to the Wasteland when a young man with eyes as black as the father night emerges from the sealed tomb that holds life and death." muttered the man. It has been 200 years, it can't be true!
"That stupid prophecy is just an old fairy tail, it's made up, there's no way it can be true!" spat the man. But it was, peace was coming and all because of the peace-bringer. "No, the Enclave will not be defeated, we WILL rule the Wasteland, nothing will stop us." said the man. He grabbed a mic and switched it on. "Attention all Enclave personnel, please report to the conference room for a meeting, it is an emergency for it effects all our plans." said the man.
He switched the mic off and started to leave his office. 'This has to stop.' thought the man. He closed his door and turned, heading for the conference room.
"I must stop this before the peace-bringer ruins everything." said the man.
A/N: Ta-da! Here it is, the prologue to part 2! Yays. Well, news has spread about the peace between Arefu and the Family and two different parties have two different reactions. What will happen now? Stay tuned and plz review.