The wanderer awoke to a set of used power armor, it was old and all the brotherhood could spare at that moment. He picked it up and realized it was heavier than he innately perceived. He tried to put it on but it was so complex. He looked confused and Paladin Glade was sent to see if the wanderer was up and ready. As soon as he walked in he realized that the wanderer had never wore power armor before because he was struggling with the pants still and fell over on to his back looking at the Paladin. "Hey wanderer! Need help?" The wanderer looked to see the Paladin laughing, slightly embarrassed but he clearly need the help. "If you could manage and not keep laughing at me, I would greatly appreciate that." Glade extended the arm and helped the wanderer up. He instructed him and how to put the T-45d power armor on properly.

About ten minutes later Sarah walked in angry wondering what is taking so long. She barged in the half broken door and stormed in boots pounding. She turned ready to scream as she inhaled air but before she could scream she saw Glade with a rep paint brush. She than saw the wanderer in the power Armor covered in red crosses. One on the chest and back, and two others on his shoulders. "Look sentinel! We have our selves a new medic!" Presenting the wanderer as a new toy with his arms out. The wanderer just hit himself in the head, well his helmet he was still not used to the helmet or armor but he didn't predict the armor to increase his strength and fell over. Both Glade and Sarah started laughing as the wanderer slowly got up. "How you feeling champ?" As Glade again helped him up. Sarah patted him up on his back. "Don't know your own strength Hercules?" "Lord protect me from these hyenas." As the wanderer kneeled and started to pray. Both Glade and Sarah were in shock. Sarah was about to say something but Glade motioned her to stop. She looked at Glade perplexed. When the wanderer was finished he stood up. Glade decided to ask first. "I didn't know you prayed or the religious type religious wanderer. I was a Chaplin in the vault for 3 years. Everyone called me Father, even my Father James called me Father!" Everyone thought I would be a doctor like my father but the G.O.A.T. thought otherwise." Sarah chimed in. "What the hell is the G.O.A.T.?" The wanderer turned to the both of them. "At age 16, every Vault 101 resident takes the Generalized Occupational Aptitude Test, or G.O.A.T., which helps determine job placement. When my teacher Mr. Brotch found out my results he said something I'll never forget. "They say the G.O.A.T never lies. According to this, you're slated to be the next vault ... Chaplain. God help us all." They all started laughing. "You could be the brotherhood field medic and our holy man. We haven't had a good medic in a long time and we never had a priest before. The brotherhood could use your morals and prayers to uplift there moral. Would you want that wanderer?" Sarah patiently waited for his response. "My child I would greatly appreciate it. Would you like me to pray with pride and give them the soldier's blessing?" Sarah looked at him funny. "Yes but, you may be a priest but you still have to kill muties and never call me a child… ever! The wanderer started to laugh. "Don't worry Sarah I only said that to annoy you. And I didn't get this far in the wasteland by being a Priest, bullets sure did help though." All of them laugh together. "Sarah get the pride together I will start the prayer shortly. "

The Pride gathered as Sarah order them to. She informed them what was going on some objected to a priest and the prayer but other just nodded in approval. The wanderer approached them with his helmet in hand. "Lyons pride!" He had yelled to get their attention but it was soft and full of compassion. I know some of you don't agree with Religion but hear this blessing before you choose to be without it. Almighty God. We stand before you in supplication, Asking Your Divine mercy and protection, to envelop with your invincible armor, our loved ones in all branches of the service. Give them courage and strength. Against all enemies, both spiritual and physical, and hasten their safe journey, back to their homes and families. If it be Your Holy Will that they be gathered to your bosom, with the eternal vanguard of the saints, let their journey to your everlasting arms be swift and painless, where they may stand in honor and glory, praising You for all eternity. Amen." To his surprise everyone said amen.

He put his power armor helmet on and the robot was sent topside. Everyone else ran upstairs to the bailey. When he made it topside he saw the robot being hauled over the citadel walls. The crane operator hit the wall. Idiot the wanderer thought to himself. He stepped outside to see the final battle. Fawkes walked up to him with Dogmeat next to him. "Ready my friend?" Fawkes grunted. The wanderer didn't say anything for. Then he simply said. "Let's go." The robot marched across the bridge with the pride acting as fire support. Lyons throwing orders, Vargas giving her support, and the wanderer dealing with the wounds and supporting everyone else with their specialty. After all he excelled in science and medicine, but he did have a knack with everything else. He was a bright young man whose intelligence rivaled Doctor Li. He was pretty strong as well, his endurance was that of a bull, he had above average a perception and was also pretty agile too. But if there was one thing he lacked, it was luck. And then he took a stray bullet from one of Enclaves mini guns to one of the armors weak points. Luck was something he just didn't have. He grabbed one of the spare stimpacks and injected it in. He is back in action.

Normally the brotherhood would be at a standstill with the enclave, but with liberty prime charging forward the enclave were no more than mole rats to him. The Pride was close behind him killing all who were left behind the destructive path of liberty prime. Surprisingly the wounds were minimal so the wanderer was real job of medic was pushed aside to being pure support to the pride, he was doing a good job. Going from different soldier to help support them when they needed it. Getting to the Jefferson memorial was quite easy.