And finally, here we are on chapter 8. Now I can't say for sure how any of you may react once the story may get 'deeper' but for now, hopefully, you all enjoy this chapter.


Song used

"Built For Sin" by Framing Hanley


-A Lady & a Patriot-

"For a former civilian, you seemed to have finely organized our troops. Well done, Mrs. Amani."

Amanda only gave a slight nod from the General who commented.

Watching an entire line of personnel all geared, prepared and ready to follow orders, Amanda heard the General speak again.

"Now, you mentioned you have a settlement in Sanctuary Hills?"

"Yes, General."

"That would make a good start perhaps."

"I see what you mean. Recruiting."

"Oh, no. No, no what I mean is, a good start for a temporary troop encampment. Though we mean no harm, we would only set up a small watch post there on Sanctuary while we gather all that we need here on Vault 111. Once finished, we can search for a suitable spot for relocation before we become fully operational."

Amanda mentally frowned. She didn't liked the idea. In fact, she was oppose to it, but to think that this General was still adjusting to how things are here in the Commonwealth wasteland, she had to give some time to see how he'll adjust. After all, she can see that everyone literally on this entire side of the Vault are having a hard time taking in the truth after being given full briefing by General Ward.

"General, sir."

"Yes, Sergeant Peterson?"

"The gear door is now opened. Awaiting further orders, sir."

"For now, Sergeant. Your task is as stated earlier: to try and reroute connection on the radio facility in the northwest, return once you've completed your task with Mrs. Amani."

"Yes, sir. Understood."

Seeing Peterson turning to her, Amanda gave a small nod and began walking towards the exit with the Sargeant. A small glance at the personnel, who're each eyes were still watching her as she simply walked with the Sergeant on the way to the exit. Perhaps, she's convinced them already? If not. Then maybe taking some time with these people may be optional.

Deciding to erase her thoughts for now, Amanda slightly turned her head to Peterson and slowly began.

"How are you feeling about all this?"

Seeing the Sergeant's head turning to her with an unsure look on his face, Amanda got a small shrug before getting a reply.

"Right now, I'm just tying to keep it together. However, there's still an order. And orders are orders, I'll still abide to them despite the current situation."

Amanda gave a small nod but then began to ask.

"What are your thoughts on liberating?"

Amanda waited for a response, there was a summary moment before the she even got the response from

"You mean the entire Commonwealth?"

Amanda gave a lazy shrug.

"If you put it that way."

She then waited again as the Sergeant took another pause before giving a reply.

"I think, I'll second like the idea. I really do. If, General Ward would give us the order right away, but seeing there aren't that many of us, perhaps starting neutral just to observed and to adjust a but more would be a fine start before making full commitments."

Amanda frowned under her helmet. These people are still optimistic, and she can sense it by the way this Sergeant speaks.

"I might consult General Ward about recruiting once we get back after this task."

Amanda then said slowly, and earning a look from the Sergeant, she surprisingly got an agreeable nod.

"Don't see anything wrong with that, Mrs. Amani. But first things first, we'll do what the General says, then when there's the time, we can think of your idea once you consult General Ward."

Amanda gave a small satisfied nod.

'This better be good in my favor... Shit... Piper's probably around looking by now...'

Amanda mentally muttered to herself as she walked northwest with Peterson. And reach out sixty meters away from the Vault, they finally arrived on the radio facility.

"So..."

Amanda suddenly heard Peterson.

"Yes?"

Slightly tilting her head to the Sergeant, Amanda almost rather impatiently waited.

"Your husband... He was a... Veteran Sergeant?"

Amanda frowned under her helmet before giving a limited reply.

"Yeah. But he's gone now. And that's all you need to know."

Seeing a slightly alarmed look on the tanned skinned man, Amanda got no response, instead, she noticed a terrible look on the man's face. Almost as if, he was feeling bad about something.

"What is it?"

She roughly questioned.

"I'm sorry. It must be hard to be in your position. First, losing your spouse then... Facing something like, this? I can only imagine how you must feel..."

Amanda glared at the man, but deciding not to give a reply, she only kept in silence as she continued with Peterson northwest. The Sergeant as she noticed began struggling to keep up with her.

After a ten minute travel on foot, which wasn't that supposed to be a long travel due to waiting for Sergeant Peterson to keep up with her.

Arriving on a small downhill, Amanda stood behind a tree and cautiously began looking around down the small hill and onto the sight of an old radio facility inside a destroyed fence.

"So... What do you think?"

She heard Peterson whispering as he crouched behind a wood stump.

Amanda gave a small response in single for them to proceed by slightly jerking her head.

Now slowy and cautiously approaching the radio facility, they successfully managed to make their way inside the small building, and with Peterson standing guard near the doorway Amanda began looking around at the computers and began checking if each were still functional, seeing on one terminal was left functioning, Amanda focused on the terminal and found four entries.


:::Welcome to ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::

RELAY FACILITY V28 - NO LINK CURRENTLY ACTIVE / RADIO ANTENNA OFFLINE / FUSION CORE REQUIRED

[ESTABLISH LINK TO CIT]

[ESTABLISH LINK TO CONCORD CAPITAL]•

[ESTABLISH LINK TO VAULT 111]

[FACILITY DEFENSES]


Amanda frowned shortly before finding a generator nearby on the corner with an empty fusion core ejection port.

Taking one of the fusion cores she had with her Amanda quickly approached the generator and jammed the fusion core in it before walking back to the terminal.


:::Welcome to ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::

RELAY FACILITY V28 - NO LINK CURRENTLY ACTIVE / RADIO ANTENNA ONLINE / FUSION CORE INSTALLED

[ESTABLISH LINK TO CIT]

[ESTABLISH LINK TO CONCORD CAPITAL]•

[ESTABLISH LINK TO VAULT 111]

[FACILITY DEFENSES]


:::Welcome to ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::

RELAY FACILITY V28 - NO LINK CURRENTLY ACTIVE / RADIO ANTENNA ONLINE / FUSION CORE INSTALLED

:::ESTABLISH LINK TO CONCORD CAPITAL:::

Establishing link to Concord capital . . .

Locating stations frequencies . . .

Located Trinity Tower . . . Establishing link frequency . . .

Establishing complete .

Recieving link frequency . . .

Wattz Consumer Electronics detected . . .

Establishing link frequency . . .

Establishing complete .


:::Welcome to ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::

RELAY FACILITY V28 - NO LINK CURRENTLY ACTIVE / RADIO ANTENNA ONLINE / FUSION CORE INSTALLED

[ESTABLISH LINK TO CIT]

[ESTABLISH LINK TO CONCORD CAPITAL]

[ESTABLISH LINK TO VAULT 111]•

[FACILITY DEFENSES]


:::Welcome to ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::

RELAY FACILITY V28 - NO LINK CURRENTLY ACTIVE / RADIO ANTENNA ONLINE / FUSION CORE INSTALLED

:::ESTABLISH LINK TO VAULT 111:::

Establishing link to Vault 111 Civilian Wing . . .

Establishing link complete .

Establishing link to Vault 111 Facility Wing . . .

Establishing link complete .


:::Welcome to ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::

RELAY FACILITY V28 - NO LINK CURRENTLY ACTIVE / RADIO ANTENNA ONLINE / FUSION CORE INSTALLED

[ESTABLISH LINK TO CIT]•

[ESTABLISH LINK TO CONCORD CAPITAL]

[ESTABLISH LINK TO VAULT 111]

[FACILITY DEFENSES]


:::Welcome to ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::

RELAY FACILITY V28 - NO LINK CURRENTLY ACTIVE / RADIO ANTENNA ONLINE / FUSION CORE INSTALLED

:::ESTABLISH LINK TO CIT:::

Connecting to server . . .

Server response in process . . .

Server connected .


"Is it working?"

Hearing Peterson's question from behind, Amanda frowned from being interrupted and only gave a lazy shrug on her shoulder before refocusing her attention on the terminal.


:::Welcome to ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::

RELAY FACILITY V28 - NO LINK CURRENTLY ACTIVE / RADIO ANTENNA ONLINE / FUSION CORE INSTALLED

:::ESTABLISH LINK TO CIT:::

[Close Window Shutters]•

[Enable Turrets]

[Seal Door]

[BACK]


:::Welcome to ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::

RELAY FACILITY V28 - NO LINK CURRENTLY ACTIVE / RADIO ANTENNA ONLINE / FUSION CORE INSTALLED

:::ESTABLISH LINK TO CIT:::

Error !

Closing window shutters failed . . .

Window shutters malfunctioned . . .


"You hear that?"

Amanda bitterly frowned after hearing Peterson interrupted again.

"What now?"

She grumbled as she turned her head over to her shoulder to the Sergeant.

"I hear voices... Coming from outside."

Seeing the Sergeant raising his laser rifle ready, Amanda grumbled even more and quickly focused her attention back on the terminal.

'Fuck sealing the door close.'


:::Welcome to ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::

RELAY FACILITY V28 - NO LINK CURRENTLY ACTIVE / RADIO ANTENNA ONLINE / FUSION CORE INSTALLED

:::ESTABLISH LINK TO CIT:::

[Close Window Shutters]

[Enable Turrets]•

[Seal Door]

[BACK]


:::Welcome to ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink:::

RELAY FACILITY V28 - NO LINK CURRENTLY ACTIVE / RADIO ANTENNA ONLINE / FUSION CORE INSTALLED

:::Enable Turrets:::

Enabling defense turrets . . .

Defense turrets activated .

Turret 1: ONLINE

Turret 2: ONLINE

Turret 3: ONLINE

Turret 4: ONLINE

Turret 5: ONLINE

Turret 6: ONLINE


Reloading her combat shotgun then her laser rifle, Amanda turned to Peterson and quickly began.

"Stay here."

Amanda waited an incredulous look from the Sergeant which turned into objection.

"We have an order-"

"Order to reroute connection. Nothing about fighting."

Amanda emmidiately cut him off before storming out through the door, her combat shotgun ready.

"MRS. AMANI GET BACK- !"

Gunfire finally began and the Sergeant emmidiately followed outset while firing his laser rifle.

"Dammit Peterson I told you stay inside!"

"You can't risk your life on your own, ma'am!"

Firing her combat shotgun, Amanda managed to kill two by four shots before emmidiately reloading behind a destroyed barrier, seeing Peterson firing back at the attackers while taking cover behind another barrier Amanda quickly got out of her cover. Seeing g there was no point hiding, she has a power armor, and these attackers are making a big mistake getting on her was she stomped her way towards three of the attackers while firing her combat shotgun.

"HOLY SHIT! INCOMING- ARRGH!"

Hearing one of the attackers shouting, Amanda fired the full clip on her combat shotgun, but was charged by one of the other two trackers after she managed to kill the other and she got shoved by an assault rifle. Though it didn't do anything at all, Amanda grabbed the attacker and slammed him on one of the barriers, amazing his head completely.

"FUCK!"

Seeing the third attacker was about to make a run, Amanda emmidiately reached out to the third attacker by the back of his and tore off his right arm, forcing the attacker to drop his assault rifle with an agonized scream before finishing him off by shoving her metal fish down the man's throat and pulling the head by the upper part of the mouth.

Despite the gruesome sight, it was a glory kill for her.

Noticing each of the attackers were well geared and armed with OD greed military standard armor, these were no readers as Amanda figured. They were the Gunners. Or members of The Gunners.

Hearing the turrets firing, Amanda quickly made her way back to Peterson who managed to kill two Gunners, thanks to the turret nearby him, Amanda joined the fight and taking out her laser rifle, she charged at the last two when the other four were being apprehended by the turrets and Peterson.

"FUCKING KILL IT- GAAARRGHCK!"

Amanda fired her laser rifle nonstop in the two Gunners who were firing their assault rifles at her, only doing nothing to her T-60 as she slowly charged in while gunning the two Gunners.

With one completely dead with his leg amputated off his body, the other one was still moving.

"Come here..."

Amanda grabbed the bleeding Gunner and began slamming him on the fence three times before slamming him hard on the ground and stomping on his armored chest and jamming the end of her laser rifle on the Gunner's mouth all the way to to his head before pulling the trigger, making a big splat of blood on the ground from the hole of his helmeted head.

"Mrs. Amani! You alright?"

Amanda simply turned to Peterson who emmidiately approached, and giving a small nod instead in response, Amanda heard him continue.

"These guys had tactics. Took the defense turrets to give me a hand on them."

Amanda gave a simple reply.

"They're called the Gunners. I've heard about them recently. An organized mercenary faction. Well armed, and geared. Must've been military equipment they've gotten their hands from somewhere..."

"We should inform General Ward once we get back."

"Yes. But not about these Gunners. We can take them on our own single handed. What we need is to consult General Ward on supply runs for weapons, not only for reestablishment for an operational base."

Amanda studied the Sergeant's face for a moment. Shortly then, she got a reply.

"We should be able to get some of the troops assigned for that. But let's get back to Vault 111 for full report on this first."

Amanda gave a nod.

Why was she caring? Her idea was to earn these peoples' trust to gain man power for her advantage to use in search for Nate's murderer and Shaun. Amanda bitterly frowned at herself. She didn't care about these people. Only it's because that they're seemingly good use to her, but somehow, just somehow, she's feeling the thought of-.

'Amanda, fucking stop. Stay focused.'

"You alright, ma'am?"

Being brought back to reality, Amanda turned her head slightly to Peterson and replied.

"Fine."

"If you say so. But to think of what you said, we would do need the extra weapons. I doubt the weapons inside the Vault would be enough. Not to mention, we would also need extra cache of firepower."

Amanda raised a brow, but then gave a small nod and replied.

"The watch tower has an armory. Weapons are stored there."

"Well, it looks like a good head start has turned up to us. That's a great news, the General would be pleased."

"Exactly. So, here's how it's gonna happen. When we get back, you gather some men and retrieve those weapons and ammunition from the armory on the watch tower. I'll be the one reporting to General Ward."

Amanda simply suggested and earning a small grin from the Sergeant she got a reply.

"And yet you still refused to join the ranks right away. Offered by the General. And here you are actually contributing something quite big to our cause."

Amanda glared at him save for her helmet still keep her face hidden away, Amanda gave a venomous response.

"Don't push it, Sergeant."

"Alright then. No need to get threatening on me Mrs. Amani."

There was silence as she walked with Peterson on the way back to the Vault. But turning her head to the direction she came from out of Sanctuary, Amanda couldn't help but wonder. What about Piper? Would she tell the reporter about this? All this that she discovered on the other side of Vault 111? She does feel like the woman was a good person. But a terrible journalist. The thought of the press may compromise her goal, Amanda wondered how these people. These fellow pre war people would react if they ever find out of the press still existing to this day. Perhaps, a little safe secret from Piper wouldn't hurt. As long as she doesn't keep it long. Not only from Piper. But to Codsworth, and the entire settlers in Sanctuary. After all, these people were born in post wasteland, so anything they don't understand may pose a great to scare them. Even these pre war military.

Arriving back at the Vault, Amanda proceeded to the office after work aling separate ways with Peterson who gathered a few soldiers to retrieve weapons from the armory outside.

Standing outside the doorway to the office, Amanda noticed the General had his attention focused on his terminal.

"Ahem."

Coughing to get the General's attention, Amanda saw the man emmidiately turning his head at her before giving a small nod and gesturing for her to come in.

"You were successful I see. The terminal has gained all information that were blocked out due to the bombs destroying all communications. Thanks to you, Mrs. Amani, we've gathered enough information about the remnants of our former Government. Unfortunately, based on this information, the last former remnants where held up on Whitespring Congressional Bunker, located in the West Virginia. On a side note, the remnants seemed to have formed a faction themselves out of powerful Government officials, influential politicians, as well as high ranking members of the military along with selected beneficial scientists."

Amanda slightly tilted her head to her side, rather to know more.

"That is all the half of the information we have gathered through this terminal, however we do have another good news."

Listening closely to the General who continued to Amanda gave an acknowledging nod.

"There are indeed more of us. Based on these current information we have, this pre war formed faction known as the 'Enclave' have descendants, however, due to the lack of information we have, we would still need to gather more. But not from here on Vault 111. We just need to find some location where we can establish the communication signals from the radio facility."

Giving a small nod, Amanda cleared her throat and responded.

"General. I think I know places where we can start establishing these communications."

Seeing a pleased expression on the General's face, Amanda gained a nod and reply.

"Very well, Mrs. Amani. Please continue."

"We can send some men to Trinity Tower. It's an old broadcasting station as well as Wattz Consumer Electronics. I haven't checked that before unlike Trinity Tower, but it'll be worth time checking."

"Hm, perhaps that may be a good option."

"But there's a catch."

"And that is...?"

"We need to clear Trinity Tower from Super Mutants. They're the result of sone kind of mutation with enmassed muscles."

"Hm, it would seem that we're going to have to deal with hardships... But very well then. I'll have a small team prepared to assist you."

Satisfied with the response, Amanda gave a nod, but then, she began to ask.

"General. Would you object to the idea of liberating?"

Seeing the man raising a brow for a moment before Amanda waited shortly before getting a response.

"I highly doubt we can liberate the whole Boston region right away, Mrs. Amani. Especially with our troops still not fully aware what's even out there."

Amanda shortly frowned. Maybe that was a bit too straight forward. But trying gain, she slowly began rephrasing.

"I was hoping to suggest liberating parts we can manage here on the Commonwealth. Those that we will liberate will serve as troop encampment, listening posts and even recruitment camps. Although I doubt Sanctuary would fit the option for a temporary troop encampment. However, we could still use more soldiers if we're looking to expand. The more the numbers, the better we can easily rule locations out in the Commonwealth."

There was a long pause form the General after Amanda finished, but as she studied his face, she clearly saw reluctance, almost as if he wasn't sure if it will be such an idea. But after seeing him that seemed to have collected himself from thought, Amanda finally got a response.

"It's not that we have any other means of intentions, Mrs. Amani. But perhaps, we could use more troops to recruit. But to do so, we would firstly have to secure places to use such as a troop encampment and listening posts like you said, so maybe I'll agree on part of this suggestion of yours. But not yet on the recruiting. We may be desperate, but I need to remind you, that we are to remain vigilant for now until we have enough information we need to adjust to this wasteland, and to learn about this, Enclave."

Amanda gave a small nod but then heard the General continue.

"However, if you succeed on reestablishing communication on this broadcasting station, we may have a talk on liberating locations based on what you have in mind, Mrs. Amani. For today, I shall try to gather any more information I can find, maybe through the communications hub on the lower level on this Vault may have gotten information as wel form the rerouted communication. You, Mrs. Amani, you'll report back to me tomorrow for the task on liberating this broadcasting station. And before you go, I'd like you to have this."

Amanda raised a brow by the Time the General handed her holotags. Inspecting it, she was surprised it now had her name full name marked on one tag, having a serial number.

"General, I told you on not any part of your ranks yet."

Amanda bitterly said, but seeing a calm expression on the General's face, she got a response.

"I know, and I understand, Mrs. Amani. But I would still like the idea of having of those involved with us at least wearing tags. Thanks to the machinery on the lower section of the Vault, one of our Engineering staff manged to produce a holotags if your very own. You'll receive your very own uniform once you finally join us. But for now, please accept those tags, ma'am."

Giving a small, forced nod Amanda was then dismissed. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. At least even little. She just needs to keep helping these soldiers, and she, in return would get her own benefits. But as she walked back on the way to the exit, Amanda was left in wondering. Why wasn't the General a part of that faction called the Enclave? He did mentioned, it was formed by Government officials, politicians and high ranking members of the military, but yet, he wasn't part of it. Hell, the way the General mentioned the name and little information obviously showed that he wasn't even aware of it existing. Perhaps, this Enclave already existed way back before the Great War but was strictly confidential, or perhaps, it was later on turned after the bombs dropped? But does it matter now? She already knows just now that it existed.

But deciding to set the thought aside, Amanda only continued her way back to Sanctuary, where she found Piper pacing back and forth with Dogmeat simply sitting on the side of the road watching the other woman. Amanda wasn't sure if she could fully trust Piper on a what she found. But deciding to approach in, Amanda figured to get the other woman's attention.

"Amanda! God where had you been!? It's been almost an hour since I've been waiting here!"

Amanda frowned but then replied.

"I just went further east and found it hard myself not to loot."

Seeing Piper firmly folding her arms as she shortly glared at her, Amanda got a reply to

"You made me and Strong gather all the wood and you what? Loot a power armor somewhere else? God Amanda, so much for helping around..."

Aand bitterly frowned at this, but seeing Piper had a point heeled, Amanda mentally sighed and finally gave a simple reply instead.

"I'll make it up to you."

"Hmpf. And how would it be?"

Amanda paused for a moment, then an idea came to her mind.

"I'll take you anywhere else next time."

'Wow. So much for making up, huh?"

Amanda frowned before replying.

"Can we just talk inside?"

"We'll talk tomorrow. I need to get back to Diamond City. It's getting late."

Amanda didn't said a word, but seeing Piper's face, Amanda mentally frowned at herself bitterly for feeling a bit bad herself. Sighing, Amanda only gave a nod.

"I'll see you tomorrow. You should get some rest, too. Codsworth is inside the house."

Amanda only gave a nod as she watched Piper making her leave back to Diamond City.

Although she felt bad, Amanda knew she had no time for other things. She knew what she wanted. To avenge Nate, and find Shaun. But these people she found, they may get in her way. Perhaps, helping then may be the option, proving beneficial to her to use for her own advantage in her goal.

Entering the house, Amanda found Strong snoring loud on the floor. Rolling her eyes as she walked into her room, she emmidiately got off the T-60 before heading out to see Codsworth washing done plates before being noticed.

"Oh, mum you're back! I was worried when Miss Wright told me that you are supposed to meet back here after collecting some wood!"

Amanda only gave a simple smile before replying.

"I just... Went out looting, Codsworth. That's all."

"And you seemed to looked like you've exhausted yourself from all that trip you had out there, mum."

"Nothing to be worry about, Codsworth. Bht I'll be getting some rest now."

"Oh, of course. Goodnight, mum!"

Walking back to her room and simply crashing on the bed, Amanda's mind suddenly went back onto what she going earlier on the other side of Vault 111. It was all too much to take in, but she works of it, perhaps, the rest if it, didn't matter now. Bit their people have no knowledge of what's out in the Commonwealth. Perhaps, helping them would do matter, so long as annoying goof would come in her way in return.

Feeling a little bit terribly by the thought of something in return, Amanda frowned. She wasn't selfish. But seeing that no justice cancer brought on a world like this, I was either them or her. She had to choose and choosing to put the law on her hands, there was no stopping her after all.

Amanda slowly turned to the side of the bed. Despite the room being dark, the door closed and heeled all alone, she couldn't help but feel the missing of someone. Let it either be Nate or Shaun. Oh, how she missed both. But seeing nothing more but darkness around her, Amanda let out a small sigh. It was a dark world she now lives in. And nothing can protect her, no one, and not even Nate. It was all on her now. It was all on her to avenge Nate, and to find Shaun.

As time seemed to have passed for how long she laid on the bed thinking, Amanda couldn't find the time to sleep. Laying on her side as she only stared at the wall illuminated by darkness, she frowned before slowly sitting up.

'Great... I can't sleep...'

releasing another small sigh, her eyes then turned to her power armor, simply standing on the corner of her room.

'Maybe a walk would be nice...'

Amanda mentally thought as she stood up for the bed and walked over to the power armor. And after getting inside the T-60, she opened the door and walked on the way outside fully armed, and despite the heavy steps her T-60 was making, she successfully got out of the house without Codsworth noticing.

Deciding to pick which direction she'll take, Amanda shortly got out of of the T-60 before checking on her Pip Boy. But seeing the same entries on the screen, Amanda was a bit surprised to find two new entries. Thinking it must've had something to do with the radio facility earlier on. But seeing one of which was a hit interesting, Amanda decided to select the last new entry.


:::Pip Boy v.3000::

:::Year 2287:::

[Map]

[Distress Message]

[All Clear Message]

[Diamond City Radio]

[Distress Signal Beacon]•


Getting nothing but static, Amanda frowned shortly before checking again, but this time, trying to locate the beacon on the map. There was nothing, but assuming, this was just like how it worked on Vault 111 Government faculty, Amanda quickly hooped back on her T-60 and began trying north while letting the beacon signal on her Pip Boy on standby. Getting nothing on north, she tried east but passed a half of minute, the signal was weakening. So trying out west, Amanda got the static again, and further walking west, the static began to get a bit loud and the signal was getting stronger. Presumably making this faster if she'll run, Amanda began running towards west whim in power armor, and they're she got the signal getting a little strong, little by little.

For thirty minutes of running, Amanda was now heavily breathing as she kept headding west.

'Dammit... Just how long do I have to do this?'

keeping her phase up west as she continued, the sigbal on her Pip Bot was getting stronger, deciding to continue on despite the feel of her legs exhausting, Amanda just kept heading straight west.

After passing through Concord, the Pip Boy began beeping louder, and so was the static going loud even. But not after five minutes out of Concord, the signal began weakening again, Amanda frowned, bit taking another route being south, she gained the signal back, her Pip Boy once again beeping loud, so Amanda set forth this time towards south.

Twenty minutes passed, Amanda was heavily breathing. Her legs however wasn't feeling numb, but as she was yet about to stop for a short break to catch her breath, she noticed train tracks. On those train tracks were train cargo, rusted cargo that got Amanda's attention.

Checking one of the cargo, she found some crates of military grade weapons. Perhaps this would benefit the people on Vault 111. But deciding to leave the cargo for now and give back for it soon, Amanda decided to continue further south. But not long after a few seconds, Amanda heard the old familiar sound of a vertibird. Indeed it was a vertibird, and seeing only one as it simply began ascending down, Amanda curiously approached. But she was left in wondering, how is a vertibird still around in this kind of time after the bombs dropped? As the vertibird descended and flew away, Amanda was emmidiately noticed by three people by the time she got near. Two woman with laser rifles, well geared but were somehow, in uniform. Lastly, the other was equipped with the same laser rifle, only that the third one was wearing a full suit of T-60 like her, only difference was that it was all silver-ish, and had some kind of insignia on the chest piece, a sword marked on three small gears.

"Halt! Identity yourself!"

Amanda stopped in her tracks, seeing the three individuals aiming guns at her, she didn't said a word, instead kept her combat shotgun in hands.

"Who are you? Some kind of post apocalyptic military?"

Amanda slowly asked, but seeing the three people triangle around her, guns aimed, Amanda only stayed calmly motionless.

"State your business and identity, civilian."

"She's wearing power armor... Look at the insignia on her chest piece."

Listening to these people made Amanda frowned. She didn't liked being threatened, but clearing her throat, she began.

"I'm just a traveler passing by."

"Traveller on full suit of T-60 power armor? I find that hard to believe. Civilian."

Amanda glared at the one on the silver T-60.

"What, you don't believe me? Don't have to then. Just get out of my way and I'll be on my way."

"Not until you surrender that power armor to us. Were not allowing valuable technology on the hands of civilians."

This strike a full threat to Amanda. Who were these people think they are? Not Becuase they had a vertibird doesn't mean they can stepson any others. Not especially her.

"This suit doesn't belong to the anyone. It belonged to the US Army."

Amanda simply replied, but that's when the three individuals began demanding her to drop her gun and to get out of her T-60.

"There's no pre war military now, civilian. You expect us to believe in you? Now drop the gun and surrender the power armor!"

Amanda didnt complied, instead, she replied in remark.

"You'll choke on your words on when you see remnants of the US military marching on the Commonwealth. And as for my power armor? Make me, bastard."

"Take her out! She's an Enclave remnant!"

Amanda emmidiately charged at the one on power armor and shoved him aside as she ran for cover behind a destroyed van.

Taking fire while crouched behind the van, Amanda waited for the chance before finding it when one of the two women got near.

"Scribe, check the left! I'll take the right!"

Hearing the one in power armor ordering Amanda waited and just as she saw one of the women called Scribe, Amanda fired a full clip on her combat shotgun, killing the armed woman. Raking out here laser rifle, Amanda ran out of her cover and began firing on the other woman, successfully hitting her withing five shot on the torso, before yanking away her laser rifle and sent an uppercut from her metal fist, sending the woman's head flying upwards.

"Die you Enclave scum!"

Raking fire from the laser rifle, Amanda fired her a few times as she charged at the man on the power armor before pushing his helmeted hard and kicking back on a nearby car.

"Nghh! Die!"

Amanda emmidiately caught his armored wrist as he attempted to swing his laser rifle at her, but as she caught it, Amanda jammed her own laser rifle onto the visor of the man's chest piece before pulling the trigger four times. But seeing her shots fired only did so much, Amanda kneed the man, forcing him to drip his laser rifle and firmly grabbing his chest piece, Amanda jammed her laser rifle on the power armor frame before pulling the trigger six times.

With the man screaming in pain before finally getting forced onto his knees. Amanda watched the sight as she heard the man taking his last breaths before finally falling dead. Until she heard his whisper.

"For... The... Brotherhood..."

Seeing the power armored man finally falling down dead, Amanda figured she could loot that power armor. But what was that? Brotherhood? That could be another faction like the gunners, except, these people had some kind of military calling. But scratching the thought away, Amanda decided to loot the corpses for ammunition and even found a holotape from the one with a power armor before hearing the beeping on her Pip Boy once more and deciding to continue south, but not before taking one last look on the people she had just killed by herself. Whatever kind of people these Brotherhood are, perhaps different like the other groups she had just encountered and fought recently. But they'd make no difference if they'd not know any better than get in her way.

Curiously as she shortly got off her T-60, Amanda turned to her Pip Boy and placed the holotape in, and on the screen was some kind of data log in.


Welcome to ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink

:::Sentinel System Log:::

[Log Event 1 - 13 : 21 : 36]•

[Log Event 2 - 14 : 56 : 03]


Welcome to ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink

:::Sentinel System Log:::

:::Log Event 1 - 13 : 21 : 36:::

SYS LOG / CONTINUING PATROL ROUTE / MAINTAINING SECURING FORMATION.

VOICEPRINT / VAZQUEZ : Damn. It's hot.

VOICEPRINT / MARIA : I know. But only a few more sectors before we can swept this sector. Then we can signal the vertibird to pick us up before taking us to rendezvous point.

VOICEPRINT / MARIA : You still with us, Ramirez? You haven't said a lot today..

VOICEPRINT / RAMIREZ : Just lost in thought, I guess. Been thinking lately about that idea on those power armor AI chips we've recovered from that bunker. Hell, I still don't get it why we couldn't have just retrieve that suit of power armor.

VOICEPRINT / VAZQUEZ : You know orders, Scribe Ramirez. And orders are orders, and we have to follow.

VOICEPRINT / RAMIREZ : Oh, I know that, Paladin. I just don't find this idea sitting well for the Brotherhood. I can understand that our priority is to collect all kinds of pre war technology but, the idea of having a power armor running around on its own? Isn't that beyond far from what the Brotherhood doesn't stand for? Technology run a muck?

VOICEPRINT / VAZQUEZ : If it would benefit the Brotherhood. I say the Elder knows what he's doing. We should all just follow his orders.

VOICEPRINT / MARIA : We should've at least produced a few more chips for our T-60s.

VOICEPRINT / VAZQUEZ : We would have if could. But those Radscorpions guarding that bunker? We only have enough ammo to handle ourselves out here.


Welcome to ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink

:::Sentinel System Log:::

[Log Event 1 - 13 : 21 : 36]

[Log Event 2 - 14 : 56 : 03]•


Welcome to ROBCO Industries [TM] Termlink

:::Sentinel System Log:::

:::Log Event 2 - 14 : 56 : 03:::

VOICEPRINT / MARIA : Feels good to be back up in the air again I must say. I almost thought we'd have to take another walk after securing that old gas station.

VOICEPRINT / RAMIREZ : Hope you enjoy it while we're on this vertibird. We'll be dropped back down again to secure one more sector before clearing out for the others.

VOICEPRINT / MARIA : You think the others would find those AI chips we left back at the gas station? I honestly think it's kind of a risk.

VOICEPRINT / VAZQUEZ : Save the talk you two. We're getting dropped out. Get ready and be on your guard.


So this Brotherhood collect technology from the the pre war, and use them for their advantage? Sounds like another faction to likely encounter. An ambitious one. After ejecting the holotape off her Pip Boy, Amanda emmidiately hooped back on there T-60 and continued on her way.

About fifteen minutes later on her walk after her little encounter, Amanda found a small but destroyed gas station, where she found deserted, instead of cautiously approaching, she emmidiately checked inside the small establishment and found nothing seemingly interesting but a pair of ammunition box, confusingly contains a small stash of fusion cores total of 8 from the other, the other ammunition box contain three pieces of sone kind of, pipe shaped module. Whatever these were, it could be some kind of power armor modification of but deciding to connect later on, Amanda took took all three modules. And finally, what got Amanda's eyes in curiosity was a flag on the wall. It had red and white stripes on it, much like the pre war American flag. But instead of having a blue square on the upper left with stars, it was the same insignia from one of the ones she had earlier killed. The mark of a sworn facing down in front of three gears. Brotherhood, as Amanda remembered.

Taking the flag and folding it before putting it on her inventory after Amanda continued west until she had to take the east ten minutes afterwards.

Walking on her own as the ling hight progressed, the beeping finally stopped, so was the static on her Pip Boy.

'Goddammit, what now?'

getting off her power armor to check her Pip Boy, Amanda got another entry on the screen. Interesting enough she figured, Amanda selected in the new entry.


:::Pip Boy v.3000::

:::Year 2287:::

[Map]

[Distress Message]

[All Clear Message]

[Diamond City Radio]

[Emergency Frequency R112H]•


"To any military personnel listening to this frequency. Please report to the research and development bunker northwest of Sentinel Site. We require assistance. It appeared a nuclear detonation has occurred and we are trapped. Please respond emmidiately."

After hearing what was seemingly a recorded message, Amanda got another location on her map marked as 'R&D Development Facility' next to it was marked as 'Sentinel Site' and deciding to pick one of the two location on her map, Amanda marked the Sentinel Site before traveling northwest towards it.

An hour of walk, and with herself cursing mentally, Amanda finally arrived, and to see her destination was a bunker, she especially found the door entry. Only to-be interrupted by the sounds on coming from beneath the surface.

Quickly raising her laser rifle as she emmidiately spun around to see two Radscorpions emerging from the surface.

"Dammit..."

Amanda began firing on the gigantic scorpions as it continuesly charged at her.

Slowly backing away as she continually ford her laser rifle, Amanda marked to kill one ambit needing to reload, she emmidiately pulled out her combat shotgun and began firing at the other, which to her displeasure, took her two reloads in her shotgun before finally killing the Radscorpion.

After finally killing it, Amanda made her way inside the bunker.

Stepping through the doors, Amanda found herself looking at a lit clean bunker, all stocked with supplies on the far right through the a metal screen wall on a storage room, over to her left, was a weapon workbench. But what gained her attention as she stepped further inside was the lone T-51b suit of power armor resting on a power armor station. Next to it was a terminal on the wall next to a small safe.

Turning her attention to the terminal, she found three entries.


:::United States DoD R&D:::

REMEMBER: WHAT YOU SEE HERE, WHAT YOU DO HERE, WHAT YOU HEAR HERE, AND WHAT YOU LEAVE HERE, LET IT STAY HERE.

Welcome, SADMIN

[Reports]•

[READ ME !]

[Unlock Safe]


:::United States DoD R&D:::

Welcome, SADMIN

:::Reports:::

[2076]•

[2077]

[Go Back]


:::United States DoD R&D:::

Welcome, SADMIN

:::Reports:::

:::2076:::

[INTRODUCTION]•

[LOG 1]

[LOG 2]

[LOG 3]

[LOG 4]

[LOG 5]

[LOG 6]

[LOG 7]

[LOG 8]


:::United States DoD R&D:::

Welcome, SADMIN

:::Reports:::

:::2076:::

:::INTRODUCTION:::

Name : PROJECT FREEDOM

Mission : The creation of an artificial intelligence capable of manipulating a Wes Tek power armor frame in order to replace human soldiers in the Anchorage Battlefield, and to assist other soldiers.

Notes :

Alright you brainiacs, I suspect your team to give me good results by the end of the year. Otherwise, those beautiful stars and stripes that wave outside of this bunker will turn into a hideous of commie red, and I will have your heads on a silver platter before those red bastards eat my heart out. -Gen. Adams.


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[INTRODUCTION]

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:::Reports:::

:::2076:::

:::LOG 1:::

[Development Cycle, Day 1]

Writer: O'reilly

First day of work on Project Freedom, we recieved a guide on these facilities, which were previously an espionage outpost and military checkpoint. We were also guaranteed that this bunker could serve a fallout shelter in case the bombs dropped, and that due to the inconveniences of the location rather being small, we could use them during the development cycle. So long as if we reported it to General Adams.


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[INTRODUCTION]

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:::Reports:::

:::2076:::

:::LOG 2:::

[Development Cycle, Day 13]

Writer: O'reilly

Progress on the project has been slow, due to the fact that the request for the power armor frame was delayed and once it got here, we had to ask Wes Tek for the technical manual on how the operator connects to the power armor. Especially with the haptic drives and the leg servos; nonetheless, Dr. Chilton's expertise in robotics has allowed us to create a prototype program that initialize the basic components on the power armor frame, which is a good start.


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[INTRODUCTION]

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:::Reports:::

:::2076:::

:::LOG 3:::

[Development Cycle, Day 37]

Writer: O'reilly

In the past 20 days or so, we have only accomplished to make the AI to move the left thumb. Richardson almost had a collapse trying to make the [REDACTED] thing to work. Most of the problems stems from the fact that the frames' firmware is not meant to receive input. That's not from inside the frame, so most of the code we have now is a horrible hack.

We have tried to convince Adams to allow us to develop, instead a specific suit made with it's own firmware. But he claims that this would turn the project into building a glorified sentry bot, plus the frames are already in mass production and dropping it would cost us in staying longer in the war.

I have to admit, he has a point, but then again, why are we even making this if they could just batch a couple hundred of robots to fight?


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:::Reports:::

:::2076:::

:::LOG 4:::

[Development Cycle, Day 70]

Writer: O'reilly

From what we heard on the news, the T-51b power armor is causing some serious damaged on the front lines against the Chinese. Some are even speculating the war won't even last a year with those walking tanks.

Regarding the project, the team has concluded that attempting to interact to Wes Tek interface would take us too long for the project's deadline, and so we have been hypothesising for the past month on the idea of injecting our own firmware when the frame is initialized. Today we have managed to make a haptic drive bend to our set of pre-programmed movements, proving our theory correct. Development from now onwards should be relatively easy.


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Welcome, SADMIN

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[INTRODUCTION]•

[LOG 1]

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:::Reports:::

:::2076:::

:::LOG 5:::

[Development Cycle Day 100]

Writer: O'rielly

Today we celebrated the 100th day when Anderson brought two Fancy Lads in commemoration to the date.

As for the development, after the successful injection, we managed to have a power armor hands moving in no time to and proceeded to develop a more complex series of movements to handle the various situations in which the AI could fsce, such as carrying a wounded soldier, administrating first aid or handling the various weapons used by the US Military, while Dr. Chilton and Anderson started working on preliminaries for the AI. Recently, we began to work on the movement on the armor which is not a very sophisticated series of patterns.


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[Development Cycle, Day 133]

Writer: O'reilly

After the tram finished programming the basic movements for the power armor, we began the process of miniaturization for all the components that the AI. Chilton has done marvels with the detection of living organisms, but we still need to properly detect friend from foe.

The General paid us yesterday a visit, we showed him what we had and congratulated our team, and he mentioned that while he believes that the war will be over before we finish. All thanks to the deployment of the T-51b on the Alaskan.


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[Development Cycle, Day 1XX]

Writer: Chilton

It is a Heavy heart that I record the passing of the late Dr. O'rielly who died in duty while mistakenly confused with a communist by the power armor. As we began testing today on the connection between frame and AI, the doctor was determined by the AI to he a communist and was strangled to death by it.

I have now been appointed as director of the project, and even though we liberated Alaska from against China, the situations on the home front require more control, and so on our project goes on.


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[Development Cycle, Day 1XX]

Writer: Chilton

After successfully refining the communist detection algorithms to prevent any other incidents we introduced the prototype to the General, who was impressed with the efficiency of the robot in a simulation battleground. We also mentioned that the official prototype name was to be the 'Power armor AI Tasked to Run In-depth Offensive Tactics' or P. A. T. R. I. O. T.' for short. I swear to the heavens above us, that man is crazy. But he's the one signing our paychecks...


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[2076]

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[Go Back]


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Welcome, SADMIN

:::Reports:::

:::2077:::

After exhaustive testing on the energy issues, the team has concluded that the Project Freedom's mission is done. We have produced one prototype, designated P. A. T. R. I. O. T. That fulfills the necessity of an AI capable of combat using a Wes Tek power armor frame as it's skeleton. The team has now been released from it's contract, and another group of people from the Pentagon will come in a few days and takr the prototype in order to analyze the viability of the project now that the battle of Anchorage is over, if it were to be implemented in mass scale.


After the long silence of reading on the terminal, Amanda finally backed the selection entry to the first entries.


:::United States DoD R&D:::

REMEMBER: WHAT YOU SEE HERE, WHAT YOU DO HERE, WHAT YOU HEAR HERE, AND WHAT YOU LEAVE HERE, LET IT STAY HERE.

Welcome, SADMIN

[Reports]

[READ ME !]•

[Unlock Safe]


:::United States DoD R&D:::

REMEMBER: WHAT YOU SEE HERE, WHAT YOU DO HERE, WHAT YOU HEAR HERE, AND WHAT YOU LEAVE HERE, LET IT STAY HERE.

Welcome, SADMIN

:::NOTICE !:::

IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO IGNORE THIS ADVICE AND DECIDE TO ACTIVATE THE PATRIOT, PLEASE SHOW YOUR HOLOTAGS FOR IT TO IDENTIFY YOU'RE NOT A COMMUNIST, OTHERWISE THE AI WILL SHOOT YOU DOWN !


Amanda lazily shrugged before backing up the terminal and getting off her T-60 before selecting the final entry on the terminal.


:::United States DoD R&D:::

REMEMBER: WHAT YOU SEE HERE, WHAT YOU DO HERE, WHAT YOU HEAR HERE, AND WHAT YOU LEAVE HERE, LET IT STAY HERE.

Welcome, SADMIN

[Reports]

[READ ME !]

[Unlock Safe]•


:::United States DoD R&D:::

Unlocking safe . . .

Unlock complete .


Turning to the small safe next to the terminal, she opened it and found one fusion core and a chip.

'This could be it...'

Amanda mentally thought as she turned her head on the power armor on the station.

Slowly approaching it, Amanda began searching for any port to slid the chip and successfully found it on when she removed the chest piece, underneath the chest frame was a small sliding lot where she inserted the AI chip. And afterwards, placing the T-51b chest piece back on, Amanda took a step back as the power armor slowly began to move, it's head, mainly bring the T-51b helmet slowly looking down onto her.

"Systems activated. Designation: Patriot."

Clearing her throat, Amanda slowly began in reply.

"Hey there, Patriot... What is your mission?"

"Mission: to defend the people of the United States of America."

Amanda only stood in silence.

'Was this a good idea?'

She mentally questioned herself as the AI slowly began to take its first steps and simply began walking around the bunker, and approaching one of the lockers inside the storage room, Amanda was surprised when it came walking back with a laser minigun. She couldn't remember if that was even a thing during pre war, perhaps, post war?

"Are you this unit's commanding officer?"

Amanda was interrupted from her thought as she heard the AI question.

"Well, you see..."

Amanda replied but then paused as she remembered the other entry of the terminal. Turning her eyes towards the AI who's as still staring at her, his head tilted slightly to his side.

"Before I show you my credentials, I need to ask. Do you know what you are?"

Amanda slowy and cautiously began in question. But surprisingly for her, she got a response.

"I am a top secret project devised by the United States Military. Project Freedom."

Giving a slow nod. Perhaps, this AI could be more than it looks. Folding her arms as she focuses hers full attention on the AI, Amanda asked again.

"Do you have any, sorts of task? Anything at least?"

Amanda waited shortly for a response, and surprisingly, the AI nodded slowly.

"Task: to create Artificial Intelligence to minimise loss of American life."

Amanda gave a nod. She does find this, rather odd, bit despite the situation being permanently bizarre now, she figured perhaps this AI may be of good use to her as well. Grinning slightly, Amanda began to ask.

"What is your designation?"

"My name is P. A. T. R. I. O. T. And I, am the only prototype of Project Freedom. Now. Are you this unit's commanding officer?"

Amanda shortly took a moment before hesitation. She wasn't really sure about the former pre war USAF that she brought back to existence, but seeing this AI right in front of her, perhaps this prototype would come in useful for her own advantage, for a start. So looking back up at the AI, Amanda finally gave a simple reply with a gentle smile.

"I have my credentials right here."

Showing her holotags, Amanda was relieved when Patriot Gage a slow nod at her after seeing the her holotags.

"It is an honor to serve you Commander."

Seeing Patriot saluting her, Amanda only smiled before giving a nod. Feeling somehow a little bad that this AI would end up as part of her second step. Perhaps... She can make an exception for this poor thing? She can't tell, but perhaps, only in due time will tell.

"Any orders, Commander?"

Hearing Patriot ask, Amanda slowly shook her head and replied.

"For now, I need to get you all prepared before going to Sanctuary with me. But I promise, Patriot. That I will give you orders to follow. Soon. And you're going to love it. "


Well, that kinda escalated quickly. But hopefully you all enjoyed this chapter, I honestly did had quite a fun working on this one. And yes, if you're thinking on who Patriot is, he's that AI companion mod from the creation club. I thought he would he fitting to be in this story as well.

But anyways, thank you for reading and now.

Here's responses to the recent reviews:

Bill Cipher3 - Chapter 1: Wait, Is this American Rising? OMG I'M TRYING TO FIND THIS FOR 5 DAYS, PLEASE CONTINUE THIS.

Half the idea was inspired by the mod and adapted it for the FO4 plot, with script changes. :)

Cooldude - Chapter 7: I hope this enclave will be like the minutemen

All I can say is to stay tuned as the story goes :)

Guest -Chapter 7: I love how you included the America Rising mod's characters in this and I hope to see my favorite Mohave chef in this story. (I Loved The Empower's New Groove) I'd figure the Enclave in a simulation like this would be a minor power that uses the sole survivor as a proxy general. Using the Minutemen as expendable soldier's or maybe making deals with Nuka world raiders for trading and supplies until they can gather power. Enemies would be the Brotherhood of Steel due to obvious reason, but may ask the sole survivor to infiltrate. Institute would he next because they may want the technology for themselves, and I doubt the Railroad tracks would take kindly to a third evil faction. Will the Enclave creation clubs cone into play such as being tasked to get a Hellfire from the Forged, Chinese Stealth armor from the Military checkpoint, maybe even combat a splinter group to go X-02. Great chapter hope this continues.

Okay let's all settle down with the speculations, however while the story is still in deed in construction as it goes, I can't say or certain how things will actually happen. After all, this is a revised script for the entire plot of FO4, whole still keeping in touch with some of the canonical lore, so for now, all I can say is to stay turned as the story continues. However, about the ideas of the creation club quests? Well, P. A. T. R. I. O. T on this chapter is from the creation club like I said, and even the other mod by Kentington, so... Let's just see this story through as it continues. :)

The Prussian Gamer - Chapter 7: Me, I hope the Enclave will be like it always been, put to wipe the "Mutants" off the face of the Commonwealth. an "Evil" Enclave is so much more fun than an Enclave like the Minutemen. I do wonder just how the Companions would react to the Enclave.

Dont worry, don't worry... I have something cooked up for the Enclave on this story. I can only hope you readers will closely pay attention as this story continues, seriously. The story may still be in construction, but I planned the Enclave ahead before it. And like I said before and I will not repeat after this response *this goes to all the readers as well* pay close attention to the Sole Survivor, know her character well. Know her personality / Intentions / and even her agenda. Those will play a huge role and I will not repeat this again to prevent any spoilers.