Prologue: The history before...

Oct 23 2077, Utah, Salt Lake City.

A man encased in advanced riot gear rushes to his home via his motorcycle, hoping to get to his wife to the nearby Vault in the Twin Peaks. He and the 32nd Mountain Cavalry Regiment would be allowed, with their families, to enter the first army-made Vault, not by Vault-tec, Vault Phoenix. Designed to support an army logistically and to help resettle the post-apocalypse with 5 G.E.C.K.s in storage. Whole families of engineers, doctors and farmers will be sent with them as personal. From what he remembered the Vault had a capacity for somewhere around 3,000 people compared to Vault-tec's maximum of 1,000. There was also Vault 70 which was nearby.

Reaching his home in the city, a decent studio apartment, he hops off his bike and rushes up the stairs. Without looking at his feet he fell, gaining the attention of his wife above. An angel on top of the stairs appeared, with flowing locks of brunette hair complementing her tanned freckled Texas skin. She wore simple blue jeans and a red tartan with green stripes shirt that held her curvy body and G-cups.

"Mathew? What's all the ruckus?" She helps him up to the living room. The TV was presenting the news while the sounds of military vehicles roll past their home.

"Avery, we need to go to the Vault, now!" He grabs a backpack filled with essential food supplies as the newscaster began to sweat nervously and broke down as he read out that the entire west coast has been hit by Russian nukes, the death toll in the millions already. Siren's ringed out in the distance.

"Oh my god..." Avery helped her husband carry cans of soup and rushed to Vault on his motorcycle, its sidecar full of canned food in a backpack.

When they arrived at the Vault, only a few dozen were there, thanks to a cry the wolf effect from the constant Vault-tec drills in the years prior.

Mathew and Avery rushed towards the line of soldiers in front of 5 lead and concrete slab doors that was as wide as two school busses and tall as a studio apartment building. They were arranged one behind the other to maximise radiation protection.

Mathew takes off his helmet, showing his unkempt brown hair and weary jade eyes. His skin tanned from an endless amount of dessert combat.

He states "Captain Mathew Orian Python of the 32nd. This is my wife, she's a mechanic." The soldier salutes and lets them pass as well as the few dozen civilians were allowed in, no reason to not. After entering the bunker, a nuke detonated nearby. Everyone turned around to see a growing mushroom cloud of firey death encroaching on them.

"Close the gate, close the gate now!" A soldier yells to the door operator. The doors slam down one by one via elevator cables. The tunnel was dark before lights from the soldier's suits being to illuminate the area. The people were ushered in deeper into the Vault, all traumatized as the world outside was burnt to ash.

They reached the Vault door, it was painted green. Vault-tec lent the army with their tech as a PR stunt and a lot of money. Half of that money was regained thanks to a deal with Nuka-Cola Corporations when asked to produce and sell their drinks in the post-apocalypse. Mathew swears that even after the fallout, capitalism survives, he wouldn't be surprised if red tape and bureaucracy survived either.

Everyone was told to head towards their arranged quarters as Mathew and his fellow captains speak with the Colonel and the Vault's Director(similar to an Overseer.) about post-fallout plans. From what he can see

Mathew walked to a spacious command room with a large halo table taking most of the room, to the side was a radio room for centralized communications. The Colonel entered with a cane in hand, helping him combat his limp he gained during the annexation of Cannada. His grey hair properly combed and trimmed. His age came with the benefit of wisdom, a valuable trait in men. His rough face wrinkled and marred with many wartime injuries.

"Gentlemen, as far as we know the government is gone. Everything from High Command to the President himself, we are on our own." He spoke in a rough voice, too used for proper speech. "Fortunately we survived, as well as an entire company of power armour units, you may know them as the Black Shielders. They were en route to secure Vegas before the bombs."

The Black Shielders were a battle-hardened division that are experts at anti-infantry. All of them had Gatling guns, with a few flamer and demolition teams as support. While the rest of the division is unknown, a company of them would still prove a significant pain in the ass for the enemy. Their Captain was a woman from Florida named Qunicy who had brown hair, a heart-shaped face, blue eyes and one colourful language that would make a whore blush.

"Government plans for this were made, Cryo freezing until the fallout has dissipated to safe levels. No idea what then, if the government survived, a successor to that or even some damm empire that has risen from the ashes." He dismisses everyone.

Mathew went back to his living quarters, passing by a Mr Gusty. Thank god for Mr House and his Robco's stuff, made his wife's life much easier. Speaking of which, she was in the room, already changed into a slim green Vault suit that hugged her curvy form. "Does this make me look fat?"

"Not as much as on me." His toned muscle somehow made him look a bit too big in outfits. His wife giggled as they held each other in an embrace, trying to ignore that their world was just destroyed. Avery cries in silence when she remembers her family was nowhere near a Vault. Her husband does his best to calm her, he did not suffer such a fate as he was an orphan. But still, he was very close to her family as well.

He dresses up in a Vault suit and heads to the cryo vaults with his wife, both heading to what may be the uncertain future. All 3,000 people were given a place to a Cryo-pod as well as medication after waking up. Mathew began to pray with the Chaplain, Charles Heroux, a French volunteer. Together they prayed to their god that they shall survive to the next world, and teach it how to show mercy. "Amen."

The Cryo-pods were plenty, enough for everyone. They all also had heart monitors on the outside just in case someone had a medical problem. He enters one with his wife across him, with a nervous face. They share one kiss that could be their last. They enter the Cryo-pods, the temperature lowering to till it freezes. They all fall asleep one by one. The Vault's ZAX, called Omega, shall make sure they will survive. It detects a missing code in all but one pod, worrisome but Omega interchanges it to one of the soldiers.

Years later in a land of bears and bulls...

The Vault alarms rang as a Cryo-pod opens, Mathew falls down and coughs hard. He gets up and takes some medication pills from the pod and tries to regain his bearings. He gets up slowly as Omega observes him. The A.I deemed him fit to access the admin future that it was denied too, it was still searching for the answer through the databanks it was allowed to.

Mathew, meanwhile, was worried for his wife safety as he noticed her and everyone else was in a deep slumber. The heart monitors note that they were still alive, but can't get out. Mathew runs to the command room to find a backup plan, in vain as it had nothing related to this. Mathew swears, there should have to be a contingency plan for this. One of the command screens turned on and the first thing the tense soldier does was aim a pistol from the table at the screen.

"Do not fire! I am the Vault's ZAX." Mathew lowers his weapon in surprise at the A.I's human-like voice of a sober man. Omega reported that he was denied admin access to the Cryo-pods and requests that Mathew search this new world for a solution, perhaps through another Vault like Vault 70. Omega explains this as an anomaly as everything else is widely available to him except the databanks, he is still searching why.

Mathew agrees, seeing this strange as well, why would someone prevent the ZAX to open the pods? He walks to the armoury to find plentiful ammo and his weapon, a marksman carbine. He also took some incendiary grenades, a bayonet knife, a canteen and finally but most importantly, a military-grade Pipboy with inbuilt a Stealth-boy. He heads to the Vault door, inside his suit.

"Have any idea what's outside?"

"Negative, good luck." The door opens and light came forth.

Somewhere south...

The banners of the Leigon were visible from the encampment. Cohort Commander, Swift Knife, was readying his army to cross the river to New Cannan, profligates that worshipped this prophet and his master, God. Swift Knife spat on the ground, there was only one true God and that was Mars. Soon Slat Lake City will be conquered and assimilated into the Leigon, nothing shall stop him.

While he looks towards the north from a hill, one Legionary oblivious to New Cannan's religion, who calls himself Marcus, was reading a book from the old world he took from a library in his tent. It had no pictures like the comic books the others had, instead it was about a man who had once died and came back after 3 days, turned water to wine and preached mercy to those who had known only violence, a mortal man named Jesus Christ.

Somewhere in the far southwest...

Vault 21, a famous gambling area not frequently visited nor used as a motel. Sarah, one of the few who remained, wished she could get more customers or at least some recognition of her establishment but she cannot compete with the 3 families that control the strip. She sighs as she closes up and went to bed, another day another empty night. The Vault walls preventing the sounds of the outside coming in, giving it an eerie silence that Sarah was all too familiar with.

From the northeast...

A large figure in a brown clock headed slow to New Cannan to rest. He had seen many things from Vault 13's massacre, the fall of the Enclave and the rise of a hero. He had met with many 'mates' and sired many children. His sons and daughters began to carve a colony of their race in what used to be the Grand Canyon, filled with many warriors-schollers. The figure passes by several Deathclaws who bowed their heads in respect to the wise figure. He looked from a tall hilltop and saw New Cannan, a large town with a large church in the middle. From what he can see; children playing with bb guns at tin cans, a wedding between two females, a man ringing the church bells for midday prayer, a man baptizing another in the nearby river.

He could also see a man with a leaver-action rifle not too far from him, he was herding sheep to the water on top of his horse. The man looked around and spots him, he could tell that the robed figure was intelligent as it waved at him. He waved back as the quite large figure went down from his sightseeing spot.

Goris smiled, he should introduce himself, and prayed he did not get shot.