Hey guys. Sorry I haven't posted anything in such a while. I got really lazy writing this just because i didn't feel in the mood to write. Every now and then, I'd write a bit and decided just to finish it for you guys to enjoy. Hope it pleases you all c:

"Be safe okay," Lucy told Max before closing her arms around his neck in a hug.

"I will be. Don't worry about me; I've been taking care of myself for almost two weeks already. In fact, I should worry about you. After all, with Karen's cooking, you'd die faster than if you were in a nest of radscorpions." Max gave a small laugh and noticed Karen Schenzy's sour face directed straight at him. "Kidding, Karen."

"So where are you headed Max?"

"Well Lucy, I came out here into the harsh wasteland to find glory where my vault had none. No, I'm kidding. I'm out here to find my father, James, and that's exactly what I'll do…. Hopefully I find something of him, at least…."

"You don't think you'll find him?"

"I don't know… it's been almost two weeks since he and I both left the Vault and I haven't even picked up a trail of where to go. He could be dead for all I know! God, two weeks out here and the best thing I had accomplished was killing an old man." Max sat down and buried his face in his hands, his chocolate brown hair falling from its Blast Back style over his hands.

"Well, if you're willing to take the trip, you can go visit Three Dog and he can send an announcement over the radio, saying to send word if anyone finds trace of your father," Lucy told him.

Max looked at her in confusion. "Who the hell is 'Three Dog?'"

"You don't know who Three Dog is?"

"I don't even know why he'd call himself Three Dog."

"He's the guy who runs Galaxy News Radio. Have you heard of that at least?"

"No…" Lucy looked at Max in shock.

"Damn, Max. Where did you live your while life? Under a rock?"

"No, underground in a 200 year old nuclear fallout shelter."

"Wise ass," she laughed. "Well Galaxy News Radio is one of two active radio stations in the wasteland, but it's also the best. Three-Dog makes announcements, plays great music, and brightens the days of all of us. He and the station are located in the D.C. Ruins."

"Great!"he exclaimed as he stood up. "How do I get there?"

"You're seriously going there?"

"If there's a chance I can have help finding my father, then yes."

"It's dangerous Max. You can be killed!"

"Everything in this world can kill me! Especially out here. In this wasteland, there are things that can turn me into a bloody piece of gum under their shoes. I have to take chances, Lucy. Even if it means I can die." Lucy looked at Max teary-eyed.

"I don't want you gone…"

Max cupped Lucy's face in his hands, looked her in the eyes, and said, "You won't lose me. Especially with this suit on me! I can be utterly invisible and sneak by anything that poses a threat to me." Lucy looked down, knowing he was right. She had seen it for himself earlier that morning. "Can you show me where to go so I can get to Galaxy News?"

Lucy wiped her nose and eyes and marked down the route to the station on Max's wrist-mounted Pip=-Boy 3000A. "Come back to me in one piece okay?"

"I will. I might even bring you back an autograph. Here," he said, giving Lucy Vance's sword. "Use this to protect yourself and the town if anyone comes up that bridge with murder in mind."

"Okay..." she whispered. She waved Max goodbye and watched as Max LeBay, the last person she really had any strong connection with, given the circumstances, leave. She really hoped he'd come back to her. In the back of her mind, she imagined him coming back up that bridge unharmed, letter of love in hand with maybe a scavenged pre-war necklace in the other hand. She gave it a second thought. No love letter, no jewelry in his hands, but her hands in his. That's what she wanted.

As Max stepped out the door of the Schenzy Residence, he hoped he'd be alive to see Lucy. She was a great girl, great attitude and had this certain feeling about her... he smiled. He'd try to as hard as humanly possible to make it back to her in one piece because she was the only person he made a special bond with outside in the wasteland. He smiled, knowing he'd come back to his friend.

Getting there to the metro station took a couple hours walk because inside the service tunnels were a small "herd" of mole rats, which he still called squirrels. Easy pickings for Max, and even easier lunch. Luckily, a wastelander was huddled by an open flame he made. Too bad the person was dead, riddled with bite and claw marks and chunks of flesh ripped out of him. Max searched his body, and found a single grenade in the man's pocket. Max thought it would be worth a couple of caps in some town. Maybe he could get 100 caps from a scavenger. He still hasn't really figured out how to barter with caps yet.

Max made his way through the subway tunnels, when he stumbled across a hunched over person down the tunnel. He uncloaked his invisibility to make sure he was seen if the person needed help.

"Hello?" he cried. The person stood up, exposing Max to the silhouette's skinny, skinny form. "Are you okay?" The silhouette turned around and let out a screech before sprinting at Max. As it ran towards Max, the still operating, but dim subway lights showed the person's disfigured body, malformed face, and pasty, peeling skin. It was a ghoul, like Gob back in Megaton, only that this one was barely wearing a piece of cloth across his waist.

As it got close enough, Max noticed the blank look in its one surviving eye; that look of insanity and rage was in its eye, directed toward Max. He quickly unsheathed his katana but the ghoul tackled him before he could take it out. It was on top of him, trying to sink its jaws into his neck for the kill but Max was desperately trying to keep it away from as much as got a quick second of freedom and punched it on its left temple, stunning it long enough to get it thrown off him. Max stood up quickly and cloaked. The creature stopped and sniffed the air closely, intent on sniffing out its prey. It looked around. Did it smell Max? Or did it smell the gas leaking out of the old pipes? Or was it the stench of its own decay? As soon as it caught wind of Max's scent and let out its screech of attack, the ghoul's head fell off its body, beheaded by Max's katana.

As the head rolled to a stop, Max was paralyzed by a plethora of screeches emanating from farther in the tunnels. He saw the shadows of ghouls turning the corner of the subway tunnels, having heard the screech of their fallen brother. It was too late to turn on his cloak. The ghouls had spotted him and they ran at him. Maybe twenty ran at him, all intent on making Max their feast for all. Max took a deep breath and took out his katana, the faint light of the tunnels reflecting light of the recently cared for got closer and closer to him with each passing thought in his mind. Please God, give me strength, and give me the endurance to survive. Give me the swiftness to take these demons down with ease and fluency so that my mission can be complete.

They were on him. Slash-slash-slash. Three went down. He beheaded a couple more ghouls and pushed back others before more came and took their places. For every ghoul he would kill, it seemed two more took their place and it was soon plainly obvious to Max that he was going to be swarmed, and mauled in a greatly grotesque way.

Max turned faced a ghoul, its mouth agape, letting out its screech of attack before running at Max with its nasty, foul mouth wide open. With a bit of quick thinking, Max came up with a plan, and it began by grabbing that ghoul's neck. It kept trying to bite and claw at Max as he held it, and so he decided to give the damn ghoul an appetizer, meal and dessert, all in one sitting. He took out the grenade he found earlier and stuffed it down the ghoul's scrawny neck, pulling the pin and finally slicing its frail legs off its body. Max ran away from the horde of mindless beings, desperate in trying to get away from the blast zone.

An explosion came, followed by an even bigger explosion of fire. The result of a grenade explosion near exposed gas. The tunnel was quickly flooded by the stench of burning flesh and the sounds of burning ghouls. Max walked back from where he ran from, and saw the burning corpses of the deranged savages litter the ground, some clawing at themselves trying to get the flames off their bodies, and saw others, unscathed by the explosion, feast on their fallen comrades who were now burnt to a toasty crisp.

After dispatching the last remaining ghouls, Max continued onward, traveling deeper into the tunnels, cloaked for safety this time. There was a small room up a flight of stairs that faced a locked gate, his brick wall, of sorts.

The small room was… heavy. The air was heavy and the skeleton with the blown up head didn't help ease the mood. Worst of all, it was slumped over the only working terminal. Max pushed over the skeleton, and wiped his hands on old old wash clothe before logging on to the terminal. It was password locked but luckily, it was extremely easy to hack the archives for the login code, especially since the computer gave out false codes such as "( L#D*& " as codes. Seriously, Max had three tries to find the right code and there were only two logical choices. One was "login' and the other, "fuckit." Guess which was the password. He had three chances and two options. A couple prompts opened up as he logged-in: Unlock Gate, Turn on Gas Pipes, Open Safe, and Contact Metro Central.

First off, of course, Max opened up the safe and found a 10mm pistol with some extra clips and a holster with magazine pouches. A bit of food, which he quickly ate, a few stimpaks that he put in his small backpack and a magazine of Nikola Tesla & You. He stuffed it in his pack and continued onward ny unlocking the gate blocking his path.

Max snuck past a couple more ghouls, killed a few raiders, and took a switchblade off from one of them, and eventually made his way out of the station and into Chevy Chase. Lo and behold, there was a sign that showed an arrow pointing to the left with "GNR" next to it. As he took a couple more steps out of the stairs to the station, he heard a terrible laughter, followed by a brutish comment on how to cook human legs just right. He froze instantly. Then, stepping out of a building, were three giant, green humanoid monsters. A mix of various greens, reds and yellows resulting in a green resembling sewage painted their bodies. They looked to be pure muscle with baldheads and giant, toothy scowls running across their faces. God, they were huge, Max thought. They stood at about seven feet tall, and maybe three or four feet across from shoulder to shoulder. Weren't those the things on the ship…?

In their giant green hands, one wielded a sledgehammer; one had a giant stick with a couple nails jutting out of its end, and one came out with a rocket launcher strapped to its back. Great. At least he was still cloaked. Max took out the switchblade and brought its blade out before weighing it in his hand. If everything went well, the knife could kill the grenadier if he throw it at him-no, her. It? He didn't want to spend an hour finding out if the mutant was a girl or boy. Max for the grenadier's head, and let the knife fly.

Time seemed to slow down as the knife flew out of Max's hand, losing its own cloak, and spin towards the mutant's head. It hit its mark, but the damned thing didn't go down. The three mutants were a bit startled that the knife came out of nowhere, but the grenadier just took the blade out of its skull, revealing the two inches of the blade covered in dark blood. The grenadier ordered the two grunts to search around for anything suspicious. The wind picked up, and dust and gravel blew towards Max and got on him, revealing his location to the mutants. Fucking wind.

"FOUND YOU!" A mutant yelled, swinging his hammer at Max, but he ducked, saving his head. Max disabled his cloak, feeling no need to wear it since his staggering breath would give him away anyways. The other mutant tried bringing his nail board down upon Max but the latter swung his sword up, slicing the rotting wood into two before jumping and implanting his blade into the mutant's skull, killing the foul creature. Unfortunately, the katana was lodged deep in the bastard's head, forcing Max to leave it as the sledgie raised his weapon.

The grenadier was busy trying to get a good shot at Max, following him with the missile launcher's scope. Meanwhile, as the sledgie was bringing its hammer down upon Max, Max quickly took out his recovered pistol and shot the mutant twice in the head, only stunning and disarming it. Finally, the grenadier shot one missile a bit too far to the side, directly hitting its mutant companion and sending Max flying backwards.

Max ran back to the cover of the subways entrance but when the mutant primed his missile launcher at Max, he knew he was in for it. Max took one quick shot at the mutant, hitting its arm that held the rocket launcher, making it miss its intended target. Instead, the rocket flew above Max, hitting the overhead glass panel roofing's foundations. With the foundation destroyed, it tumbled down upon the entrance, forcing Max to scrabble out of harm's way and blocking his path of escape.

Max quickly got up and shot his pistol five times at the mutant, hitting it in the chest, but the bullets hit the makeshift armor on its chest, ignoring their power. The grenadier loaded another rocket into his weapon's chamber, forcing Max to find cover around the corner of a nearby ruined building. The mutant wasted no time in shooting a missile at Max, blowing a chunk of the building's corner in the process. Max ran out of cover and gave the grenadier mutant four shots to the head and stopped, facing the mutant who was at a standstill.

Max had one more bullet in the chamber and the mutant had a newly acquired assault rifle pointed at him.

"Looks like it's a standoff," he told the mutant.

"No standoff," it replied. "Me kill you fi—," was all that came out as Max fired his bullet, and seeing an explosion rip the mutant into pieces.

From where a rocket flew off from the inside corner of a collapsed office, Max saw three figures dressed in pale blue armor, two were giving each other high fives and the other, a blonde woman, appeared annoyed at the whole ordeal.

"Hey," he yelled, waving at his saviors. He quickly found the first mutant he killed, pressed his boot against its head and yanked out his katana, unscathed, albeit a bit bloody, and put it in its sheath before running across the remains of the office building's floor to reach the three figures. "Who are you guys," he asked them. The blonde woman and one of the helmeted soldiers held clunky rifles with box shaped barrels. They didn't look like conventional weapons. The other soldier had a standard missile launcher like the one the grenadier mutant had.

The blonde woman came up to him and answered. "We're the Brotherhood of Steel. D.C chapter. If you have no further questions, we have to go meet our troops back at GNR for a super mutant attack."

"Super mutants? Were they those things?"

"Yeah, those big ugly green shits are super mutants. Where have you been your whole life? Under a rock?"

"You can say that. You could also say I'm semi-new to this wasteland."

"Great thing to know," she replied sarcastically.

"Do you guys need any help? I can sneak up on them and even give you guys a distraction to take shots."

"It's your funeral. Come on, we wasted enough time here saving your ass and now we're wasting time talking to it. Let's go boys!" She put on her helmet and the squad of four made a small jog through some alleys of surviving office buildings and came up to the entrance to a courtyard with bullets and lasers flying over every side.

Max looked around, seeing soldiers in the exact armor and holding pretty much the same strange weapons shoot off lasers, burning the super mutants across the courtyard, which Max now noticed was a ruined playground.

"Jenkins. Jenkins. Jenkins! Wake up you son of a bitch! Wake up!" Max turned and saw a soldier yelling at a man lying on a mattress. Another soldier with a red cross on his shoulder plate turned the body on its back and noticed a blood stain on the man's side. A bullet penetrated the soft part of his armour, Max thought. He was gone.

Max loaded his pistol with a fresh magazine and took out his katana. He approached the blonde woman cautiously, who was knelt down far within the green zone, looking over plans a soldier brought to her. "I'm going to sneak to their side and shoot them a couple times. When I do, you pick off any distracted. If there's any more after, we'll rinse and repeat. Got it?"

"Sure. Whatever." She didn't think he'd make it. After all, only the best of the best reconnaissance agents that received Brotherhood training could sneak past a team of super mutants undetected.

Max cloaked far behind friendly lines and made his approach, taking care not to be too careless. He was invisible, not invincible after all. Once he got behind a blown up car, and yes, there was one on the playground area, he shot off a couple rounds at the ones on the second story of the mutant's building. The mutant sniper stopped to try to find his assailant but he was stopped short from a bullet to the head, compliments from a Brotherhood sniper.

Max, with the help of some brotherhood soldiers, picked off a couple more mutants when Max saw a brown slop fly through the air. As it flew, a soldier on the other side of the playground was creeping up on the mutants when the slop hit him. The soldier's armour started to sizzle and soon the soldier was rolling on the floor screaming. The slop was actually eating away at the protective barrier he had until the man froze in place, seemingly unable to move. He kept screaming and screaming for help but the only help that came was a super mutant with a sledgehammer, which was brought down on the head of that poor soldier before being gunned down by soldiers.

Out from inside the building the mutants occupied were these pink, fleshy masses. They were so disfigured and disgusting to Max. They had the torso and head of a human, albeit with bones stubs at the shoulder instead of arms. It had a three-pronged tongue flowing out of its mouth and an abdomen carried by human arms.

"Centaurs! Watch out," the blonde woman yelled. A couple soldiers focused their fire on these next two emerged centaurs, bringing them down rather easily. "Reddin, be a useful bitch and take these muties out," the same woman yelled.

"Yes Sentinel Lyons," she replied. Within minutes of Sentinel Lyons giving out strategic commands, the mutants were vanquished and Max felt obsolete at this, remembering the days back on the mothership where he was the one providing most of the work to be done.

The team of fourteen, not including Max, moved on, entering the building they once shot at, discovering it was just a school. Nonetheless, mutants stood on the top floor shooting down from the collapsed sections of the floor at the soldiers. Thankfully, the two soldiers armed with miniguns tore the mutants to shreds soon enough. More reasons to feel useless. The eventually came out, guns a blazing into another courtyard, this time, with a giant sign that said GNR above the main entrance and a glorious fountain in the middle. Unfortunately, many mutants were there fighting what was left of the brotherhood of steel presence there.

"Okay team," Sentinel Lyons yelled, "let's clean house." The fourteen heads of brotherhood soldiers went running to the courtyard shooting every green giant that moved. Max followed cloaked, close behind and paying attention to the consistent vibrations the ground made. Something big was coming, he thought. Really big.

Update: So there seems to be some confusion and many questions on Mothership Zeta and many other DlC's. I don't really want to have Max do Operation: Anchorage because personally, I'd always endure that DLC because of the rewards in the end. I swear, it would always crash in the exact same place at least once in EVERY playthrough. Plus, the story wasn't that great. So, I decided to merge some elements of Operation: Anchorage into Mothership Zeta that shall be described in the next chapter.

Sorry for any inconveniences and any confusion.