Tyler wasn't what you would call a good man. He'd be the first to point that out. It's why it was surprising when he was assigned to be a provisioner, a job that needed a good person to do because they were necessary for supplies delivered between places. He was thankful to find the time to send a letter to his nephew in Diamond City to have him come to their new home. He was dumbstruck when he had been assigned as the leader because he didn't look the part.

"Hey, Tyler!" he heard someone yell as he was walking the streets, making sure everyone was doing their job. When he turned, he saw one of the new guards who were assigned to the front gate. "Jameson found someone by the bridge."

"Bring him in and lay him down on one of the unclaimed," Tyler ordered, referring to the beds they had made in a bunkhouse. "Have Jameson guard them until they wake."

"Sure thing, sir," the guard said, and Tyler went back to patrolling the neighborhood.

After a while, he went to the small farm they had going on and started to make sure people were working. When he saw an old lady working slower than the others, he approached her and knelt beside her.

"Do you need help, Mama Murphy," he asked her with concern. She wasn't exactly looking good, and the chems she took didn't help.

"Thank you, Tyler," she said as he started to help her pick mutfruit. "You're a good man."

"I don't know about that. I have a lot of regrets."

"For someone so young, you've suffered so much. Your goal is so close, yet so far. Only thing keeping you from reaching it time."

"Well, I don't deserve that," Tyler said with a sigh. "Not with what I've done."

After they finished picking the food, Tyler helped her carry the food to the mess hall's kitchens.

"When's the nephew coming in, Kynigan," the cook asked as he was preparing that night's dinner.

"Should be here by tomorrow," Tyler said with a grin. "He'll be my… assistant for the first week while I figure out what he's best for. He's always been a jack of all trades."

"That's too bad. You know what they say: jack of all trades, master of none."

"But better than a master of one." Tyler chided. "You may be a good cook, but you need more than cooking skills to survive."

"Cheeky bastard," the cook laughed. "Sometimes I wonder where you come from."

"DC," Tyler informed him. "And that's all you're getting from me. Anyway, don't forget to make sure not to use corn unless you're making starch. Derrick's allergic to the stuff."

"Plenty of stuff to use besides corn. But hey. The General is the one who got this place up and running. Makes one think: who's really in charge here?"

"The General," Tyler answered curtly. "He just put me in charge when he isn't here. Even then, anything big like new buildings have to go through him before they're approved."

The cook was interrupted by a man coming in the door carrying a Radtsag on his shoulders.

"Hey asshat! I'm here for this week's delivery to the Rocket!" the man yelled as he slammed the corpse onto a table. "Also, I got this bastard yesterday when I was hunting. Should last you guys a week. If you're smart."

"What happened to the other guy," Tyler questioned, as this was his first time meeting this man. When he stepped up to him, the first noticeable thing was the height difference, the man being a good four to six inches taller than him. The other notable trait he had was a scar going from under his eye to his jaw, and it looked like he'd had it for years.

"Switched routes. He's going to Abernathy now. Didn't have much of a choice in the matter. I had brought it up with the person in charge of the place. Let her know I have a sister, and that I couldn't exactly keep a close eye on her with my current route, and she ordered the man to trade routes with yours truly."

A bit odd, that was for sure. But truth be told, he didn't care all that much as it didn't affect Sanctuary. He turned to leave when a guard came up to him.

"I'm guessing the kid woke up?" Tyler questioned, glad to be talking to someone besides a person that tried, and failed, to make him feel small. He had put up with too much from his nephew to be put down that easily.

"Yeah. Jameson's keeping an eye on him, but he hasn't said anything. Probably waiting for whoever's in charge."

That did make sense. Jameson wasn't exactly someone who looked like a leader, so he couldn't fool anyone.

"Alright, let Jameson know I'll be there in a minute. I got to finish up here."

"Alrighty then."

When the guard left, Tyler turned to the man.

"I never caught your name," Tyler said as he stared up at the man.

"Lucas Falsir. Pleasure to make your acquaintance," the man said, though his tone made it sound like anything but delight.

"Alright. Send him his half of their food since Abernathy is sending the other half," Tyler told the cooks as he turned to leave. "By the way, I would advise not going against the General's orders. I've heard some stories about things he's fought that would make most wastelanders piss their pants."

"Yeah, well fiction doesn't always come true," Lucas said as Tyler left the building. Before walking into the building with the new guy, he made sure to have one guard walk Tyler out with the supplies. As he walked to the back where the kid was, he studied the way he looked. He didn't have any prominent scars or notable traits apart from looking like someone from those old pre-war magazines that promoted clothing. So definitely wasn't a raider or gunner. They typically had tan lines on their faces from face wear or a scar, and based on the kid's tan; he had spent enough time in the sun to have been in a few fights if he was one. Another unusual thing was a wolf on his left shoulder, and it looked like it was done by someone a few months prior. Not exactly old, but not new either.

When he approached the kid, he noticed he got defensive, and Tyler held his hands up.

"Take it easy, kid. I'm not going to hurt you," Tyler said, calming the kid down, and he turned to Jameson. "Wait by the door. I'll see what I can find out."

After looking between the two, Jameson walked outside, probably beside the door, if anything went wrong.

"Sorry about him. He's just doing his job," Tyler informed him with a smile. He didn't know whether this kid would be easy to talk to, but he had to try. "Let's start with the basics: What's your name?"

"Alex Carter," he responded, though he seemed rather bored with the situation. Tyler waited for him to continue, and when he didn't, he spoke up.

"Alright, well do you know why you were by the bridge?"

"Well I heard a signal, figured I'd check it out, and when I crossed the bridge, I was so tired I fell asleep beside the sign," Alex said, moving his hands a lot as he spoke. It was a bit odd, sure, but whatever helped him.

"Alright, do you have any special skills? Like fixing up weapons, robots, that sort of stuff?"

"I'll be honest, I don't really know," Carter admitted while rubbing the back of his head, a look of embarrassment on his face. "I've never really considered any of my skills above average. Though that may be due to my upbringing. I do enjoy working on armor though."

"Alright. Jameson!" Tyler yelled out, and the man came back in. "Go find some leather armor that was here before that shipment came in and meet me by the armor workbench. I'll bring the kid along, so don't worry about him."

"Of course, sir. Anything else?"

"Yeah. Have Sturges meet us there as well." Turning to the kid, he took in his clothing. "We need to get you a change of apparel if you're going to stay here. Follow me."

Jameson left to collect the armor and Sturges, while Tyler led Alex over to some dresser they had set up.

"Here," Tyler said as he handed him some pants, boots, and a T-shirt. "May not be to your preference, but it's better than what you have on."

When Alex looked down at his clothing, he understood Tyler was correct. Just rags with no shirt were worse than the options provided.

"Thank you," the kid responded. "Both for the clothes and giving me a chance."

"Well, we've got to start rebuilding somewhere," Tyler said as the kid put on the clothing. "Besides, you can't be older than sixteen."

"Twenty, actually," Alex told him, surprising him. "I know. I look young for my age. I get that often."

"Alright," Tyler said as they approached the workbench, where Sturges was waiting for him with Jameson. "Sturges will watch over you while you show him what you can do. Jameson, you keep watch while I go make sure nobody else needs help."

"Alright, kid. Let's see what you got," Sturges said as Tyler left them. While he was doing this, he saw Johnathan and his son doing their routine maintenance check on all the mechanical stuff. He guessed it was a good thing they had started that morning, as it was nearing nightfall. They were finishing up with the generators by the main building with the settlement workbench. As he was walking by the front gate, he saw a caravan coming in with a familiar face with them. He gestured for the guards to open the gate while he went to greet them. Making sure the safety to his revolver was on, he walked out to welcome the newcomers.

"Carla, welcome to Sanctuary. Thank you for bringing my nephew. Stay as long as you need."

"Yeah, whatever," she said as she walked through, and Tyler walked up to the last member of his family.

"Arthur. I'm sorry I couldn't come to get you myself," Tyler told him with a somber expression on his face.

"So what is this place? Sanctuary? Doesn't look like one."

Tyler took a deep breath before putting a hand on his shoulder. "Give it a chance. Nothing good unless you put work into it. Now before you come in, you have to know there's one rule we put above the others: Do what you can with all you have, wherever you are."