Claws of the Wastes

by Claws of the Wastes

A talking, intelligent Deathclaw wanders the Wastes to bring closure. For himself, for the Wasteland. With a cross-country trip, spawned by the desire for vengeance, along the way. Believing that he is forever; the last of his species. This is a journey that is going to get reckless! Wandering with little of an ultimate purpose. He might just find one.

27. Covering the Sky

Chapter 27: Covering the Sky

It's been almost a week since the Brotherhood of Steel and I took out the Enclave. Reports of stragglers and any few remaining that retreated. They are still out there, certainly. Even now, while I stare off into the Wasteland from the top of the Prydwen. I feel... strange.

I spent most of my life searching for these, Enclave. I found them, fought them, and won. I've fulfilled my life's goal. Now what? Nothing drives me now, nothing influences my desire. My purpose has been served. All my tenancy and dedication had led up to this moment.

I am finally free…

Free of my metaphorical shackles. Yet I still don't feel complete. Here I thought defeating the Enclave would solve all my problems, all my voids. Why do I still feel so empty inside?

I now have nothing to live for. Not that I wish death upon myself, but I have no driving force to make it through the impossible. No Enclave to hunt down, no enemy to fight.

Am I supposed to just sit down and settle somewhere, live a long and happy life? I can't do that. It is too easy of an option. What I should do is return to Nevada. I barely made it last time. I'm much more seasoned for this return trip. I'll be okay.

Maxson just instated me into the Brotherhood of Steel. But...this life isn't for me.

I don't want to have a team of people to care about. I don't want to rely on others. I'll need to spend these next few days telling everyone goodbye and taking a visit to Megaton one last time.

I'll convince dad to stay here as well. He's far too old and shaken to take with me. I'll know he's safe here. Better than in Enclave hands, at least.

This is a new age for the Capital Wasteland, once again. A great evil has been defeated and people can begin building a new, no more Enclave boogeyman to take anyone's family away.

Feeling like I fulfilled my grand purpose. Sadly, there are still plenty of other evils plaguing this wasteland. Raiders, Super Mutants, and Slavers, to name a few. Same issues, different day. One less problem now, at least.

No, not just, at least. My adversaries have fallen and my allies have been celebrating like they just won the entire world. Maybe even they had at the rate the Enclave was going. It was all about world domination, control, and starting anew. So they wasted much time and resources on these efforts. My species was wiped out because some deranged computer decided that we weren't worthy enough to live in his. "New World."

Their idea was sound, from a technical standpoint. Their extremism was their downfall. Instead of trying to work with those who acted or were different, they just.. slaughtered them. Why bother cooperating with a pack of intelligent deathclaws when you can just kill all of them off, take a couple and leave the young one who escaped to die?

Unfortunately, for them, I didn't die.

Many of the Brotherhood Soldiers and Scribes are in the interior getting wasted and celebrating their asses off. I need it not.

I don't need to sit there and be told that what I did was "Good" or for a better future.

The truth is, I couldn't care less what would have happened under the Enclave's control. They were destined to fail even without my intervention. This was a matter of personal justice. A closure that no one will understand.

A mission was to find the man who killed my mother. Even now, as I'm getting the events that transpired down into my journal, I have a grudge, bugging, and nagging feeling deep within my very core. I let Glavin live…

After I spent 30 goddamn years looking for that fucker, I just let him walk away. Why? Why? WHY?

I think I regret that decision more than anything else I could think of. My point and intentions were solid. Let him be alone, just like I was. Taking everything away from him, did that too.

All I can think about is jamming my claws into his throat. I would enjoy it! Alas, I'll probably never see him again. If I do, he would just be a broken husk of his former self. I know killing him won't make me feel better, hell it probably just worsen my overall sanity.

I didn't let him live because I'm a fool or I'm merciful, no. I let him go for me.

If this world is ever going to change, we need to be better than those who came before us. On either side of the spectrum.

It doesn't matter what or who that person is. Deep down, we are all monsters. Some just show it on the outside more than others.

I stay outside on the landing deck of the Prydwen more often than not, ever since the Enclave was defeated. Mainly staring off into the distance wondering how many "What if's" I've fucked up.

It is quiet and peaceful up here. No one bothers me and I'm not barked at to do orders by Maxson. Watching the sunset reminds me of staying in Sophia's garden for days on end and just thinking about anything.

I think the sun is trying to tell me something.

It's leading me home, back to Nevada.

The more I think about it, the more it draws me. It's been far too long since I even bothered to think about it. I wonder how Alryrys is doing? Sophia's son, and the cave where I buried everyone. That will be my first destination. Then I'll check if some old friends are still kicking.

The trek there will be a lengthy one. If I keep moving and only stop minimally, it should be a few months. Nothing like before. I'm much more seasoned with this return trip.

I would rather start sooner than later. Everyone deserves to know, as easy as it would be to just disappear, I do plan on coming back here, eventually. I'll go tell everyone tonight and begin my journey tomorrow. Take a trip to Megaton. I got a few people I need to thank.

Manifest Destiny was something I never believed in. Surely I wasn't destined to face off against the Enclave, much less defeat them.

Sleep sounds nice. I'm going to need to be plenty rested for tomorrow. Might seem pretty selfish to just defeat the Enclave and then just leave. I'm sure the Brotherhood can handle any remaining stragglers.

I gathered my things and turned around to leave. Only to be met with Mia, leaning against one of the loading mechanisms for one of the Vertibirds.

It took me a second to see her. Even in that bright blue jumpsuit. "How long have you been standing behind me there?"

She investigated her nails with one hand and adjusted her hair with the other. It was pretty windy up here. "Long enough to witness you staring off into the distance, longingly. Do you know you talk to yourself? I didn't want to interrupt."

"I just have a lot on my mind. Still haven't quite registered in my head that the Enclave is, mostly, defeated."

She leaned back against the loading device. "I didn't quite hear anything you said specifically. If you had said anything incriminating, I wouldn't know a thing about it."

I gave her a chuckle. "I'm not too worried about you hearing my nonsensical rambling. I think I'm going to head to sleep, though. I've stared enough into the Wasteland wondering what could be for long enough."

She stopped me by grabbing me by the arm, gently. "Hold on, John. Everyone is taking the time to celebrate and enjoy our victory over the Enclave. You should join us. We all know you deserve to be a part of this more than anyone else. This victory couldn't have been possible without you, at least not as easily."

"This victory is going to be short-lived. I wasn't ever much one to celebrate before something was finished. Plenty of soldiers and scientists remain, most likely plotting our demise as we speak. I don't want to-"

She snapped at me. "Would you stop being so worried and just go join everyone! If you are planning on leaving, now would be the best time to inform everybody."

With a disgruntled grumble, she was right. "Ugh, fine. But only because you are right, not because I want to do this."

She gave me a gentle pat on my arm, smiled, and turned away to rejoin everyone inside the Prydwen.

Why do I always feel so nervous in situations like this? They have welcomed me, sure. I still don't belong here.

The celebration was taking place in the mess hall. I could hear bits of a speech Maxson was giving. Some various cheering and celebratory sounds. Glasses clanging and lots of movement. The room sounds packed. This room seems way too noisy to make my announcement.

I should have just joined Mia...

Peeking through the doorway to the Mess Hall they met me with some group soldiers at the doorway who jumped at my sudden presence. The first thing I noticed was the organized group of people. It seems they split everyone up into smaller sections, probably to keep some semblance of order.

This was the largest gathering of Soldiers, recruits, and scribes. I saw Maxson standing at his elevated protium. With some of his more advanced troops. Danse and Myles were two, I recognized.

I attempted to squeeze my way past the various groups and gatherings. I sidestepped past them and kept my arms up. The hardest part was not sweeping anyone to the ground with my tail. They didn't consider my size when making this entire celebration.

Fortunately, my efforts to get past everyone didn't ruin the flow of the celebration. No one seemed to mind my sudden appearance. Makes me wonder if they only accept me because of what I've done to help them or if they care?

I found myself a seat on an open bench. The table was particularly occupied, but not completely like all the other ones.

Maxson was continuing his speech while I got myself situated. I might as well witness the outcome of this. "We, the Brotherhood. Have taken the main forces of a great evil from the Wasteland. Once again, I have seen the Enclave crumble and fall, just like last time. I was only a little boy the last time Mia and Elder Lyon's Pride took them out and fought for Project Purify. The whole Potomac being clean is thanks to James, Mia's father, and Doctor Madison Li. I was only a kid when I saw the Waters of Life flow. It gave me inspiring aspirations. I knew what I wanted to do when I was capable enough. Everything I have done and sacrificed has led to this moment."

He continued after taking a drink of what I can only assume was scotch. "All of us fought for a better future and put an end to the Enclave. Some of them remain, certainly. We will work tirelessly to make sure they pay for their deeds. For now, we should celebrate and rejoice! I am proud to call every one of you my brother and sister. I am proud of what we accomplished. Bloodshed was unavoidable. The Enclave was far too extreme in their recruitment, tactics, and execution. They captured innocent civilians, played with science, and added to the already growing Super Mutant army. We didn't accomplish this task alone, Brothers and Sisters. We had the help of some truly exceptional individuals. Mia, Myles, Danse, Fawkes, Clover, Charon, and our latest anomaly. The talking Deathclaw over there, John."

He pointed in my direction as he continued, drawing attention to me. I wasn't exactly very ignorable to begin with. "In such a short period this once thought of plague to everything I believed in rose through expectations. When John first arrived here, I thought it was some sick joke. Some Enclave files came up, showing his storylines up. See, to all you who don't know..you know what? I'll let him tell you. John, if you would be at liberty to do so. I ask you to come up here. Tell everyone why you fought the Enclave."

I couldn't help but get a little nervous. The last real-time I ever did any form of public speaking was when I taught at the vault.

Some encouraging looks and some sounds of clapping and cheering.

I ascended the steps to the podium. Maxson gestured with an arm as he stepped to the side and let me take my place.

Looking down on everyone was a different feeling. Almost didn't feel right. I had to lean myself down a little to be at a level with the microphone.

The first thing I noticed was the mixture of looks. Admiration, Hate, Confusion, Discontent, and General Interest.

I saw plenty of familiar faces from this elevated position. Clearing my throat I began, didn't even have this plan. "Hello, everyone. I know, giant talking lizard, crazy isn't it?" Got a few chuckles out of that one. "I had no plan of doing this at all. I'll get to the point. As many of you know, I am a talking, Intelligent Deathclaw, not exactly a secret. I seem to have come out of nowhere, huh.? To make a long story short. My Vault, my family, friends, and species were wiped out and killed by the Enclave. It was 30 years ago. I was still very young when it happened. I set off on a personal journey of revenge and a personal secondary mission I won't mention. I started my tale in the Capital Wasteland by helping a couple out of slavery by Megaton. After that, I ran into Mia. We fended off some Enclave soldiers at Vault 101 together and she blessed me with her insignia. After we left the Vault, I made my way to the Prydwen, ran into Myles. We fought, he knocked me out and our conversation upon me waking up led me to meet Maxson. I know the fact that I exist annoyed or bothered many of you. That is fine. It's nothing I'm not used to. But.. I have fulfilled my goal. I will make my announcement here. Since I have helped in defeating the Enclave, I have decided that I am going to return to my home, return to Nevada. Meaning, yes. I will no longer be a burden or risk to any of you. You can keep your celebration going. In the morning, I will be gone. No objections, no hassle. I've already made my mind up. It's been a hell of a journey, certainly. The Capital Wasteland belongs to the Brotherhood of Steel now. I couldn't be happier."

No one seemed to mind my little speech. I left the podium to find my way out. I will talk to Maxson one last time before I leave. I'll catch up with them later.

I slipped my way out of the Mess Hall and made my way to Myles' room. I would tell my father my plan there and get to sleep, got more walking to start tomorrow.

The corridors were all empty. I couldn't be more glad about that. I don't want to run into anyone right now, anyway. Myles' room was readjusted slightly to house my dad as well as me. It was a nice setup for the time, but I can't stay here.

This might be the last time I'll be opening this door for a long while. Dad was all spiraled out on the bed and was in an absolute deep sleep. "Dad? Dad! Wake up! I have something you need to hear."

It took a few attempts, but he did wake up. Groggily eyed and with multiple yawns. "John, I am too old to be woken up with little sleep. What do you want?"

I sat down next to him and laid my sword on the ground. "I am going to be leaving in the morning, dad. I'm going back to Nevada. I'll be making the trek there myself. I'm going to visit our home, our vault. I'm telling you, you know, I also am going to keep you here. The Brotherhood will keep you safe and you'll be treated much better than with the-"

He just gave me a slow nod. "I understand. Thank you for telling me. I'll stay here. I'm far too old to travel the Wastes on foot. Make sure you say hello to your mother for me."

I saw the sadness in his eyes upon mentioning mom. "I will, dad. I'll make sure she knows of your struggle. I'll visit her grave for us both."

He leaned back and sat himself up, took a few attempts, but he stood up and got a glass of water. "You know the funniest thing about our home, our Vault? It wasn't ever finished. It was never an official vault. Our number '5/22' came from the date we found it. I was there when Ocrum found the place. Back when there were only a few of us. What he turned onto makes me sad. I'm glad he's dead. He was a monster. Shame still, he was once a great leader. He cared for us all, once upon a time. I think when the Enclave killed all his kids, he just lost it."

I took the time to gather my things for my departure tomorrow. "I remember Ocrum would always help when I was getting picked on. He was like a second father to me, to us all. It sickens me what he's done, what he became. I couldn't let him live and ravage the world. The Wasteland would indulge his twisted nature, far too much. I don't regret killing him. He deserved it."

Day sat back down with his less than clean glass. "Shame to think we are all that's left of our species. The Enclave tried to make me and Ocrum both…reproduced with various matriarchs. It didn't work. Turns out we can't reproduce with unintelligent deathclaws. I bring this up because I don't think you are infertile, John. I think we cannot just make an egg with those who lack our intelligent gene, or F.E.V. I know for a fact that I'm not Infertile because I had you, haha. We managed hatchlings, yes. They were all not intelligent, though."

He began laughing and then broke into a violent coughing fit before stopping. "Listen to me, John. Our species has a lot of secrets and history behind us. I have little time left to live. The years of prison treatment and being held in captivity have ruined any livelihood I would have left. In Nevada, you have someone who can help you find out more about us. Someone who will give you the answer that you want. Find someone named Marcus. He's a Super Mutant. Don't let that fool you. He was originally in the Master's Army. He's very knowledgeable and will help you." he continued. "I'll most likely pass away before you return to the Capital Wasteland. Please don't worry about me, John. You gave me so much more than I ever would have expected. I don't want you to stop your journey and wait for me to die. I am happy. I know you will think of me. I was going to take this information to the grave with me but, you deserve to know."

"Why don't you just tell me what you know? Why make me find someone who I don't even know is even alive still?"

All he did was sigh, while looking away from me. "Because I will just raise more questions about things I cannot answer. They created our species to fight and do the bidding of our creators. Our origin is Enclave, our end will be Enclave! You might not be the last that you think. There are others out there, as far as I know. I can't be certain or tell you for a 100% assurance, sure. Your ancestors might still be alive. In terms of our intelligent species, you are only a fourth generation. Then the generation before you would be me, Ocrum, and your mother, for example. There are two other generations you never even met. Some are still out there. You are the last and only of our entire species' fourth generation, that much I am sure of. They will welcome you if you find them. I am certain of that."

Does he even realize what he's asking of me? "Dad, listen. I have traveled to this Wasteland for 30 years, 30! I have never encountered or heard of any other intelligent deathclaws since I left the Vault. You and Ocrum were the only two I've seen since I left the Vault. From Nevada to Washington DC. There aren't more of us out there. I would have found them by now. You need to give up and accept the fact that our species dies with us. It's probably a good thing. No one can use us for their ill-conceived purposes then."

He seemed slightly annoyed at my response, but quickly changed his expression. "If you don't want to find something, that very well has the potential of not even being out there. At least find Marcus. He can answer anything. Okay?"

"Fine, I'll at least try to find this, Marcus. I have a few friends in Nevada, I can ask. No doubt someone would know him. I'll be leaving in the morning. You won't see me again for a long while. You won't die before I get back. I don't believe you went through everything with the Enclave just to pass from old age. You aren't even that old!"

He gave me a nod. "Good, maybe not. Heartbreak is quite a real thing, son. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't miss and think about your mother. I spent so many years telling myself that my whole family was dead and gone. Years on years thinking that you were dead. They reported nothing from the Enclave on you at all. They all thought you were far too young to survive on your own, but you did. When I was still in captivity, they mentioned how an Albino Deathclaw was causing issues for the Enclave. Taking out troops and ruining their F.E.V vats. Nothing was for certain, but part of me thought it was you. Eden made conflicting announcements. One day, he wanted you dead and the next he wanted to talk with you. It wasn't even necessary to capture you. You gave yourself up and ended up finding out about me... from Emma."

He took a deep breath and tried to contain himself. "Emma was.. a wonderful woman. Circumstances forced her and would be the only soul there that would listen. I talked about you a lot to her. I always knew they forced her into it, but never knew they had her family."

I told him. "She was the only reason I knew you were still alive. I didn't even believe her to begin with. You kind of owe your rescue to her. Just like I do. She saved me with a betrayal. I took the time before we stormed Crow's Perch to go back and give her a proper burial. Took her necklace as a memento. Would you like to take it? She was much more important to you, after all."

He just shook his head. "No, it's nice, all adorned with your sword there. That place was of evil and malice. The Click. Do you know why they called it that? I always assumed they meant ,"click," like that of a gun, right? It was a recruitment center for the worst of the worst. Not everyone stationed there was taking part, though, just numbers for when they were to Purge. If the captured civilians weren't lined up to end up becoming Mutants. They were sent there to live till it killed them off. It was all staged and planned. It was also a research facility but only as a cover-up. I think it was mistaken. They even brought you there. It makes little sense. Unless you were supposed to survive the Purge. Lots of good that did them, huh?"

I had to be honest with him. I had told no one else yet. "When I escaped from the Purge, I did it in a Vertibird that crashed, giving me my nasty wound on my abdomen." I pointed to the now scarred wound where the bit of shrapnel got me. "I had to drag myself out of the flaming wreckage and pull a large sheet of metal from myself. With Enclave forces surrounding me and bleeding profusely, I cauterized my wound with the tip of my blade, using the fire from the crash. I hauled myself to an old, rundown barn. I was in no condition to fight, but it was my closest option. Fortunately for me, the smoke and flames made the air around us thick and dark enough to where they couldn't see into the broken building that well. Bullets and lasers shot through the walls, but nothing hit me. I found myself a hunting rifle. It was modded to fit.50 Cal rounds. This was the gun I used to kill half of the small army outside of the barn. The problem was I didn't have enough rounds just there alone and almost 20 soldiers remained. I decided then and there I would save the last bullet for myself. I will not get captured again."

I paused for what felt like an eternity. "I had the barrel of the gun on the roof of my mouth. They were closing in and I almost pulled the trigger. But something stopped me, I couldn't do it. It was the best decision I ended up making because I ran right into Myles right after charging myself out of the barn. I would have killed myself for nothing. No one else knows about this but... I've been bothered and needed to tell someone."

He almost seemed shocked by the information, not knowing how to respond for a few moments. "I.. wouldn't have ever known it was you. Or what happened to Emma? Can't find blame in your desperate actions, completely understand why you would. After going through the Purge, I wouldn't want to be captured again either. I'm happy you decided.. not to."

I confessed. "This wasn't the first time I've held a gun in my mouth. Back when Sophia died, and they banished me from Alyrys, I attempted. I don't know what stopped me then. I was a confused and unstable mess then. Traveling the Wasteland kept my mind off that pain."

There was silence between us both. Only the creaking of metal and shifting of the Prydwen was echoed throughout for the moment.

"Can you tell me more about Sophia?" He asked me.

"Sophia? She was the first person I ran into after they massacred our home. She helped me, gave me a home. Joined me when I buried everyone. She saved my life. She and I lived together for years. Taught me how to shoot, survive and deal with more unsavory people. She saw me grow up and change. I spent most of my younger adult years in Alyrys. Fixing things and tending to her garden, fending off raiders, and keeping the town safe. Even after multiple years, many of the town's folk still didn't like me. She had a son and was a widow. When we first met, her son was only an infant still and had radiation sickness. I had helped her find a Radaway."

I almost struggled to continue, even after all this time. "One day, raiders attacked our town. I was away from it. I think I was gathering some plants around their area or something. I can't recall specifically, but I wasn't there. I only knew it was under attack because of the fire and smoke in the distance. When I arrived, it was destroyed. Our clay wall was shattered and various building parts and bodies littered the streets. Alyrys was a peaceful town. It didn't deserve this! The first thing I did was rush to her home. They completely ravaged it like monsters... she laid outside her home in a battered, bloody mess. Stabbed multiple times, they tortured her for fun! She was still alive and the last thing she saw was me trying to save her. She died as I held her, amongst the ruin and chaos... I never realized until long after, but... I loved that woman. Her son still lived, at least. I learned where the raiders came from and charged myself into their camp. Fueled by grief and rage, I. Slaughtered. Them. All. Men, Women, and Children! I killed almost 100 people that day, dad. I don't regret it for a moment. I don't even remember all the details. It was a bloodlust, they deserved it. When I returned to Alyrys, covered in more blood than I had to flow through my veins, the survivors put it together. I was banished and sent out into the Wasteland to survive on my own. I never knew how the town turned out. I didn't stay around long enough to see. If you are wondering, Alryrys is a short distance away from our vault. It's out of the way and you would never find it unless you came upon it by accident or were looking for it."

The silence I was met with was.. concerning. It's almost like he needed to process it all.

"You.. killed an entire town?" he asked.

"It was a town of raiders, dad! Do you know complete scumbags who kill and pillage for fun? You have no right to judge me! Yes, your son is a killer. Get over it!. You don't survive in this world by giving Mercy. You were in captivity the whole time. You wouldn't know a damn about what it's like to struggle out there!"

He snapped right back at me. "You talk about not giving Mercy, you let Glavin live!"

I just shook my head and completely stopped getting my things together. "Yo-you will never understand why I let him go. It wasn't to be merciful or kind! I let him live for myself! Killing him wouldn't solve my sorrow. I spent a long time looking for him and his Enclave. It was a fruitless task. A pointless task. There were more important things at stake than my plots of ill-conceived revenge. Killing him wouldn't bring our home back, wouldn't bring mom back. When I walked away, I wanted him to feel the loneliness and dread that I once felt. I left him with nothing to return to, just like me. I killed his leader, his Enclave and any hopes he would have of rebuilding that. He's alone now. Despite wanting to kill him now, yes. I am happy with my decision. Killing him would have been too easy. Seeing him die wouldn't bring enough suffering upon him for his crimes."

I finished getting my preparations for tomorrow. "Look, dad. I think I'm going to get myself some sleep now. I have quite a start to make tomorrow. If you have anything else to ask me. Do it before I leave. I wish you goodnight for now."

He wanted to argue but ended up just laying back down himself. "Fine, John. I'll let you get your rest. I have nothing else I need to know. Goodnight."

I slept rather soundly, mostly. It was quiet and peaceful. I've been sleeping pretty good since the Enclave fell, almost too good actually.

Waking up, the room was empty. I could tell it was at least midday by the various beams of light peeking from outside. I gathered my things, sword, and folded my robe to fit on the strap of my satchel. I made sure I checked multiple times if I got everything. I couldn't forget that holotape I took from the Enclave base as well.

Once I made sure everything was in place, I left Myles' room. I might as well head to Maxson, meet him one last time. Establish some grounds with him and tell him I will return someday.

I found my way to Maxson's room with little issue. It seems everyone is experiencing an excessive hangover or getting back to their duties.

I knocked on his doorway and awaited a response. Took him a moment to answer. "Oh, John. Glad to see you stop by. I figured you went to sleep. I didn't think you would leave without stopping by. I am kind of sad to admit you are leaving. I understand, though, thank you for your service. I suppose now would be the best time to say I was wrong about you and you are always welcome back in my Brotherhood."

"Thank you, Maxson. I wanted to stop by and discuss some things with you. I wanted to request that my father stay here. I wanted your word that he would be safe and protected. His bones are brittle and he cannot fend for himself. I'm not asking you to go out of your way to make him your responsibility. I'm certain he can be useful. He would have plenty of information to give you. He might not fight, but he can contribute in other ways."

Danse and Myles came in shortly after me and listened to the end of my little speech. They were quiet and waited their turn. "I'm sure we can find a use for him. He will be safe and sound here. We can give him some tests or ideas to try. I'll give you my word that he will be safe here, yes."

I gave him a nod. "I owe you, Maxson." One less worry from me, at least.

Maxson then addressed Myles and Danse. "What are you two doing here? Something to report?"

Myles was the first to enter the room completely and burst out in excitement. "I want to give Danse my position! He was the head Paladin before me, anyway! I am asking you this, Maxson."

He paused, looked over at me, back to Danse, and then back to Maxson. "I want to leave with John, travel the Wasteland, and expand my horizons. I've done nothing but service the Brotherhood of Steel since I was practically a kid! He can use someone he can trust and rely on."

Maxson went to speak, but Myles held his arms up to stop him. "Listen, Maxson, I'll even give you something that will sweeten the deal! I'll check on the Brotherhood Chapter out there and give you a full report when we return. Save your Prydwen for a trip, eh?"

Danse just shook his head and crossed his arms, glancing down. "This would never work.."

Maxson, however, looked completely different. He looked over at me, almost as if indirectly asking what I wanted. "I'll let him travel with me, certainly."

He gave me a nod and decided. "If the Enclave was still such a threat, Myles, I would call you crazy. Since they have fallen, I will allow it. I expect you to keep your word on the Brotherhood in Nevada. No time limit for either of you. Try to send messages here, though. I'm sure we can use a Vertibird or Terminal system. Where are you going exactly, John?"

I thought for a moment. "Well, we will go to New Vegas, but first I got a few places I need to visit first. My old Vault, Alyrys, and a few friends see if they are still alive. I'll figure out a way to contact you."

He saluted me and dismissed us both. "Okay, you two. Shame to see you go, but personal missions are necessary sometimes. I expect to hear from you two as soon as possible. Farewell and best wishes. Ad Victoriam!"

Myles left the room with an almost sad sounding. "Farewell, Arthur. I'll miss it here."

I heard Maxson already barking orders at Danse as I and Myles left to go outside. "Damn, already starting on him? How's it feel to be free, Myles?"

He just shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think it's quite sunk in yet. Wait for me at the entrance. I have some things to get."

I gave him a nod. "I'll wait, don't worry. Don't rush, say goodbye to your troops and friends. It's okay."

I entered the elevator alone and made my way down to the ground level. Taking the time to check my things again and everything was here. I'm so paranoid about leaving something behind.

The few soldiers at the bottom of the elevator gave me a wave and hello, goodbye and some just ignored me. I was almost growing used to the constant activity around here, too. Peace and quiet is for me. I'm not much for large groups, anyway.

Making some small talk with a few scribes and Paladins going by, I arrived at the front gate. Guarded and patrolled much more than I would have suspected.

Heavily armed troops lined the walls and patrolled around both the lower and upper scaffoldings. I had to wait for Myles, so I might as well see what they were doing. "Why such heavy firepower? Are you guys expecting something?"

Without even taking their eyes off the road leading to Rivet City, they answered me. "In case the Enclave gets the bright idea to attack us, we need to be ready and prepared! No openings will lend us to the highest possible chances of winning!"

As I drew closer to the entry gate, which was now heavily fortified in what looked like the same material as their Power Armor. "You guys know they are mostly defeated, right? I'm not saying don't patrol and cover. They would be absolute fools to attack now. They would be on a literal suicide mission. So lighten up. Stop exhausting all your energy on pointless walking back and forth. The shifts will be shorter that way. You have the firepower and the troops to defend from a large army. Besides, unless they come charging in on some Tesla-proof Vertibird, you guys realize this is the only viable direction they can assault from, yeah?"

A few of them stopped in their tracks and then burst out laughing. It went through their voice modulators and continued on and on. "You are absolutely right. We are so used to being on edge all the time that a normal routine is just unheard of!" One of them asked me, "Are you still leaving?"

I gave him a nod and leaned against the gate. "Yes, I am waiting for Myles. He's coming with me. Have you seen Mia?"

The few troops looked at each other, but all of them shook their heads no. Guess I'll just wait here. I left them to their patrols and told them I'll be out of their hair short.

It looked about midday, like I had thought, judging from where the sun was. We can probably stop by Megaton and reach a highway by sundown. I don't know how Myles exactly handles living off the land, but I'll be able to teach him. It will be quite the journey and might prove difficult for him.

It took a short while, but I saw Mia, Myles, and my dad approaching from the other end of the facility. I was glad, honestly. I wanted to see them both one last time.

Myles was the first to speak up. Strapping his two guns behind his back. "I am ready to go. Said some goodbyes and went over some things with your dad."

Speaking of, he didn't even say anything. Just limped his way over to me and gave me a long, big hug. "You come back here someday, you hear? I know I can't stop you. I won't try, but you should know that I love you and will never forget that you saved me from the clutches of the Enclave. I was completely fine till I saw you ready to leave."

I had to stop myself from breaking down on the spot. "Sorry, we couldn't spend more time together, dad. We'll have plenty of time when I come back. Help the Brotherhood and I'm sure you will have a good home here. They will treat you right. I'm going to find a way to contact Maxson while I and Myles are in Nevada. I'll send word to you too. I love you too and I will say hello to mom for you."

"I'll bid you farewell and I'm going to leave now before I try to stop you. Good luck, you two."

Myles stopped him for a moment. "Thank you, Harris. I'll keep your son safe as best I can, I promise you that."

"I believe you, Myles. Goodbye, Mia, I'll be in the Hangar."

She gave him a nod. "I'll see you there soon."

"Goodbye, Dad," I whispered under my breath.

Mia leaned against the door with me and just stared for a moment, her hair blowing in the wind and swaying all over the place. She didn't even bother fixing it. "I don't even know what to say. Feels like yesterday I ran into you back at Vault 101. You have a journey you must take and I get it. I just wish you could stay here longer. There is so much more you can accomplish."

I gently used a claw to adjust her hair so I could see her face. "Nonsense. This is your Capital Wasteland, once more. You will lead these people into better times, just like before. The Lone Wanderer is once again shaping history. I've done my part and completed my task. Nevada calls me back. I got some people I need to see, a town that needs to be checked, and graves that need attention. You'll do fine! I'll try to send word of my and Myles' wellbeing as much as I can once I figure it out. We won't just die out there, promise."

Myles asked. "Where's Clover and the rest of your gang?"

"Oh, they left. Clover took Dogmeat back to our undisclosed home. I'll be joining them soon enough. Once Maxson lets me go. Won't be forever, though. I'll be back here. This Brotherhood needs all the help they can get and deserves it. I'll watch over your father, John. That I promise you. Having lost mine to the Enclave. I'll do everything in my power to keep him safe. Besides, I have too many things I wanted to ask him."

I picked up my things and bid Mia farewell. "Goodbye, Mia. Thanks for everything. You are a hell of a woman. Never change."

She gave me a slight giggle and then leaned up and kissed me on my cheek. This surprised both me and Myles and I can instantly see his jealousy. She gave an annoyed sigh, but I can tell she was joking. Pulled Myles in aggressively and gave him a smooch on his cheek too. "Don't get used to it, you two. It was a goodbye kiss. That's the best you are going to get out of me Myles, don't get any ideas!"

All he was doing was holding the side of his cheek that she kissed and faintly said. "I was just kissed by The Lone Wanderer.."

I chuckled. "He's never going to wash that side of his face now!"

She giggled back. "Heh, I wouldn't put it past him. You two don't die on me out there now. I won't forgive you then! Goodbye Myles, John. I won't leave this place in ruin when you return. You'll see a completely changed Capital Wasteland!"

I gave her a wave, and we went our separate ways. Dragging Myles behind me, we set toward Megaton, leaving the Prydwen to be just a speck on the horizon.

Myles stopped me for a moment. "Hold on, John. Let's stop by my munitions cave. I would like to activate the advanced security and grab some things for the journey ahead."

I gave him a nod. "A wise decision. I'll keep watch. Go ahead."

I'm glad he mentioned it before we were gone and out of the way. I haven't been here since we originally met. I took a peek inside just to make sure it was clear, but ultimately, I waited outside.

After a few moments of hearing ravaging and rummaging of various metals and trinkets. Myles came outside with an absolute arm full of laser, plasma, and ballistic rifles, handguns, and revolvers. Boxes of ammo and enough first-aid kits to supply a platoon. "Myles, we can't possibly Carr-"

He just gave me a sly look before he folded the various rifles in on themselves. "Compact, portable, and easy to sneak into places. They fold up nicely into an easy-to-move device. It's switched activated, see? Still contains all its functions. All you need to do is unfold it and reassemble. We can take a few to sell for when we get to Vegas and a few as a backup. You can fit the majority into your satchel there. What would you like?"

There was quite an assortment here. "Give me a laser, plasma, and the carbine. Oh, and a scope. I always was a crack shot. Give me enough rounds to take out a Deathclaw or two, as well."

He counted on his hands while crouched against the ground. "Enough rounds to kill a Deathclaw.. why?"

I chuckled. "It's a figure of speech. Also, I should tell you. Out West. Deathclaws roam in huge packs. I'm talking numbers ranging in the '30s. We'll need to be wary once we hit the desert."

He handed me various quantities of Fission Cells. Micro Fission Cells, Plasma Cartridges, and 5.56 Mags for the Carbine. He was right. They all fit nicely into my satchel and were easily accessible, too.

"Hand me one of those first-aid kits. I have reserved space for Chems and Stimpacks in my bag."

He handed me one of the two kits. "Good. I wasn't looking forward to hauling around two first-aid boxes. That bag of yours is spacious, isn't it?"

I sorted the contents of the box and organized them accordingly. "When I made the extra compartments, I decided they should be for different categories. They are sized accordingly. Got a side for Stimpacks, Radaway, Rad-x, and various other Chems. It's... empty, sure, because I wasn't using my satchel for a while. I gave up my last Stimpack when I decided to graciously give it to some helpless and injured raider when I first arrived near Megaton. It's when I met Mike and Cat. They were being taken as slaves and I intervened, with the help of a wild dog pack, too."

Bandages, Med-X, and a couple of Stimpacks with Radaway and Rad-x. Should last us till we can purchase more or scavenge for some.

Myles forwent the idea of Power Armor. We wouldn't find enough Fusion Cores to last the entire trip, and I wasn't hauling a bunch of those things just to power a tank on two legs.

He removed his clothing and strapped himself on a set of heavily reinforced Combat Armor. Except it was slim enough to where he could fit his normal clothes over it. "What? I want to be inconspicuous. If people shoot at me thinking I'll be an easy kill, they got another thing coming. The armor is comfortable enough to where you won't hear me bitching about it. Makes bathing a real pain though, all the straps and such."

I finished placing the last of the rifles away and kept the Carbine the closest to grab. "You couldn't have gone back into your cave there? Dressing in the middle of the Wasteland must have dire risks tied to it. If you could hurry, that would be great. I want to reach Megaton before sundown. Just for a quick visit."

He finished strapping everything together and redressed himself with jeans and a rather bright white shirt. Yeah, that won't give us away in the middle of the night or anything, definitely not. "Oh, hush. I already closed everything up in the cave and I'm not rearming everything just because I was putting on some armor. We have such a long-ass trip ahead of us, anyway. I'm sure some extra time to make sure our gear is.."

Didn't even let him finish his sentence. "We can check it as we move. Come on. The further we get away from the Prydwen the fewer odds I'll have of changing my mind about the whole voyage. Megaton will get us enough rations to last, to hopefully the next trader. Worst-case scenario, we can live off the land for a while. Plenty of creatures to hunt and old buildings to take refuge in if need be."

Myles finished packing his things away while I stood there rather impatiently. Staying still in one spot for this long is sure to draw trouble. Anyone can see anything in this open field. Always got it in the back of my mind. What would I do if I got ambushed right now? How would I handle a pack of vicious dogs in the terrain? I've learned to keep myself prepared for any scenario at any given time.

We finally started moving. Myles already knew the way to Megaton and had been there a few times, but told me a really interesting tale about how he was banned from the town. Tells me he ended up nearly killing someone in a bar fight. Someone by the name of Jericho, a former raider. Can't believe they just let someone like that live there. But he's a crack shot and helps keep the place safe. I didn't see any of that when the raiders attacked or when the Enclave was there.

The stroll there was short and uneventful. Felt a little odd with Myles beside me as we went. He and I made some small talk on the way, commenting on the state of the massive highway you can see right as the Prydwen is nothing but a speck on the horizon.

I told him. "These crumbling highways you can see suspended in the sky on massive pillars of concrete used to have thousands of vehicles and people going over them every single day. Various workers and engineers around the years kept the thing standing for as long as it is today. They built these to last, even after a nuclear war."

We stopped under the highway. It was quite a marvelous structure. The sheer height of it alone toppled most buildings, very noticeable from the distance. It makes for an excellent landmark. Chunks of the road have crumbled off of it further down and going along, it will only lead to a dead end. I wonder where it would have gone? The roads probably all had names, all forgotten to the radioactive dirt."

"How do you know all this? There are vast amounts of knowledge in the Brotherhood archives, and we know almost nothing about the Pre-War. Elders didn't find the history of how we got here very important."

We passed alongside the cliff, leading to Megaton, past Vault 101. Passing the small, ruined town of Springvale. "Well, it kinda makes sense to come to this conclusion, no? It made these massive roads for more than just show. They functioned and didn't have buildings on them. Back in my Vault, as you know. I was a teacher. We had a whole library untouched by the nuclear apocalypse. It mainly comprised Pre-War Literature. Technology, Government, Geography and Daily life. I spent a very long time reading most of everything in that library. Plenty of the other residents my age always bothered me about it."

"Tell me more about it when we get going again. I'll stay here. Harden will have my head if he sees me in the vicinity." He sat down on a rock formation just outside the town and started going through his belongings without looking up at me. "Try not to take too long, though. I want to make it to civilization before night falls."

I gave him a nod of agreement and made my way to the massive gates once again. The walls were standing tall and together, like before. This might be the last time I'll be here for quite some time.

Deputy Weld was still outside the entrance. "Welcome to Megaton, partner. The bomb is perfectly. Safe. We promise. Keep your weapons holstered."

The damn robot looked like he was going to collapse from a short circuit at any moment. His interior shell light was dimmed, rust scattered all across his chassis, and looked like his laser hands wouldn't function. His voice was all garbled and full of static.

Carefully, I went past the diagonal gates to the second layer within. I should probably mention to someone like Harden that their robot outside can use some tune-up or a complete remodeling.

The inside looked much the same, and I was more than surprised to not instantly be shot at. No doubt some new travelers will be here since my last visit.

Making my way down to the center of town, I would surely find someone I recognized.

Then I heard a woman scream bloody murder. "There's a deathclaw in town!" At the top of her lungs and make a mad dash to one of the upper buildings via a ramp.

You gotta be kidding me? I didn't even see her. Only heard the clanging of panicked boots above me.

Okay, sure. Deathclaw, obviously. You rarely see them with a satchel around their shoulder and a sword on their back, do you?

I stayed put, leaned on the side of a building, and just waited. No sense going out into the open and drawing more panic. I thought this would not happen.

"I'm telling you it's John. What the heck else could it be? We don't have deathclaws just wandering into towns packed with people because they want to. You are gathering all these men for.. nothing!"

I heard a voice approaching what sounded like Harden's, followed by multiple pairs of footsteps. One of the grizzled-looking men turned the corner and almost ran right into me and fumbled his gun out of his hands, right below my feet.

"Be a damn shame if I was the beast you so desire to come charging in and killing, huh?" I addressed the other one behind Harden too; "If you shoot at me, I will gut you like a Brahmin. I suggest you lower your weapon.".

But he protested. "But you are a dea-"

Snapping back at him, I punted the gun away from the other man. "Deathclaw, yeah, I'm well aware. Frankly capable of speech and free will, now drop the gun before I drop you!"

Harden slapped both of the men in the back of their heads at the same time. "I told you, two idiots! John here saved our town during a Raider attack AND when the Enclave tried to kidnap the lot of us. He was there to stop them both. Absolute fools, get out of here!"

They scrambled for their rifles and muttered a "Yes, sir!", running off in the complete opposite direction.

With an annoyed sigh, Harden adjusted his sheriff's duster and tipped his hat, addressing me. "New recruits for the officer's to help me with the law around here. Since the influx of attacks, we can use more able bodies. What brings you here, John? It's good to see you, don't get me wrong. You only seem to come around when there is trouble brewing, haha."

I shook my head and walked with him around the town. Passing some residents. The looks were always interesting. "Not this time, Harden. I come with good news, for once. The Enclave should be much less of a threat to the Capital Wasteland, in turn, Megaton."

He stopped in his tracks and just looked at me like I told him the biggest lie in history. "There is absolutely no way? How do you know?"

I just tilted my head at him. "Are you...do you think I would come here just to tell you something I wasn't sure about? I saw their destruction myself, I took out Eden myself! Believe me, I know for an absolute fact."

"I believe you, I think. That is some reassuring news. I'll need to tell everyone. So what else are you here for? Can't just be for a news report, huh?"

"Well, I decided since I wasn't able to find what I was looking for here in the Capital Wasteland, not entirely. I am going to make the trip back to Nevada, my home. I wanted to stop here one last time. Say goodbye to you, Mike, Cat, and Scarlett, if she's here."

I just remembered as well. "Oh! Can you please take a visit to Moira and tell her I require munitions and rations for the trip to the next town? I'm going to go to Mike and Cat's house, if you don't mind. I want to get going as soon as possible."

He gave me a nod. "Sure thing, John. I'll see you at the front gate when you are done. We'll wait there."

"Thanks, Harden."

I saw some people gossiping and whispering to each other as I went by them, but no one was confrontational or bothered me. Some probably wanted to say something or address me.

Knocking on their front door with the back of my index claw, the same way I always did before. "Mike, Cat? It's John. I wanted to stop by and say goodbye before I head back to Nevada."

I waited for a moment and… It was Scarlett who opened the door! "I never thought I would see the day! Sorry for leaving you so suddenly. I took out that generator and left. The Brotherhood would register me as an enemy. Please come in! You can fit, right?"

Ducking under the doorway. "Yes, I can with some strain. I appreciate your help and left me the letter. I understand why you left. Having finally gotten freedom, I would take it too. You did more than enough to help me. I have news for you as well."

I leaned against the wall while she sat at the table across from me. "Mom, Dad! John's here! Wake up!"

"So, how's it going with the parents?" I asked her.

She adjusted her hair and looked nervous. "Dad is still mad at me and mom won't stop asking if I'm okay. The three of us have so much to thank you for, I don't even.."

I held up my hand and stopped her. "Those soldiers who pinned me at the base would have killed me if you didn't shoot them. You saved me. That is more than enough. The three of you don't owe me anything. It wasn't ever for any sort of payment."

Mike came stumbling down the steps, looking a weird combination of annoyed and joyful. "Ah, John. You are still alive. Scarlett here told us you were doing decent enough. How's life?"

"Life is good, Mike. I have Scarlett to thank for being here. I am leaving the Capital Wasteland to go to Nevada. Wanted to say goodbye and see how Megaton is doing one last time."

Cat came down the steps next now, still getting dressed with a tank top and making her way to the table with a yawn. "What a pleasant and unexpected sight. I can finally thank you for freeing our daughter."

"You are welcome, Cat. I won't be here very long, but I can tell you that the Enclave has fallen. I have destroyed President Eden. Scarlett is now completely free. They won't come for you."

It was almost like everyone was too tired for a moment to take the news instantly. Scarlett was the first to speak up. "I knew you would do it! Thank you so much!"

"Heh, it was nothing. I had a personal fight with them, too. I'm going to get going now. I would hang around longer, but I just wanted to say goodbye. I'll be back someday. See you... eventually. Mike, Cat, and Scarlett."

There were some slight more talks before I decided to finally leave. I stayed much longer than intended. Harden was awaiting me with a handful of various gadgets, guns, and rations.

The first thing I noticed was the soothing glow of a Nuka Cola Quantum.

"John! Took you long enough. Moira was going to wait for you, but you took longer than I thought. She did wish you farewell, though. Moira supplied all these, free. For saving our town twice."

He handed me a small bag of Pre-War foods, water, and various Chems. Lots of various ammo. A Bottlecap Mine and a few magazines and books. A Wasteland Survival guide was a part of those books, signed!

He was holding the guns as I tried to fit everything. I had to strap the other bag to my satchel, but I got everything situated. "The trip will be long. I'll probably need the firepower. I have a couple of guns already."

He gave me a nod and a smile, took out his engraved revolver from his holster, spun it on his finger, and handed it to me. "This was my father's. He would have passed it down to me when I took over as sheriff if he didn't die before then. I want you to have it. A memento of our town, for you. Treat it well. I have another similar one, don't worry."

Taking it from him, it was a.44 Magnum. It was engraved with swirls and what looked like faded waves on the barrel and grip. The barrel itself was elongated and hollow at the very end. It would make one hell of a bang. It surprised him when I fit the tip of my claw on the trigger. "I have little experience with a.44, I'll practice and make sure I treat it well, promise."

"Glad to hear it! Do you want the rest of these? I don't think hauling a small arsenal with you will be the best. You aren't exactly defenseless without a gun."

I considered my options for a moment. "I'm sure I'll be fine, Harden. Thank you for everything. Would you like your gun back when I return?"

He strapped the couple of rifles to his back and turned around. "You know? Yeah, I'll take it back when you return. That will swell. Goodbye and good luck, John. Stay safe and please, don't die out there. I'll hold you to get that gun back to me."

Giving him a chuckle. "I'll be back, don't you worry. Don't know how or when, but it will happen. Send Moria my regards."

With my final goodbye, I left the town of Megaton for the final time. This entire preparation was supposed to be with great haste and I've been taking ages to get going.

Deputy Weld gave me one final greeting before I left. "Have a wonderful day, partner! Remember, Megaton is the friendliest town around."

Yeah, robot, I agree. Only for the most part.

I turned around the rock and found him chatting up a traveling trader

He turned to me first and quickly addressed me. "Lambert! There you are. Did you get our package? Oh, I know you did, good job!"

One guard of the caravan looked at the sales agent and then back at Myles. "You're telling me Lambert is a.. deathclaw?! I thought you were talking about a dog the whole time! Megaton is just okay with you leaving him to wander alone?"

Myles stood up and took the bag from me, acting like he's taking stock. "Huh? Yeah, yeah. I trust Lambert here with my life. Raised him from an egg. He's friendly, assuming you don't threaten me or him. Quite an excellent goods carrier, aren't you?"

Act natural, got it. I see what he's doing here. The merchant and the guard didn't keep their eyes off me. "Where are you two heading? Maybe we can-"

The merchant elbowed the guard in the side and told him to shush. "I'm not too keen on traveling with a Wasteland death machine! Would you shut up! (YOU'LL BLOW OUR COVER!)."

I heard him whisper that last part.

Myles cleared his throat as I stood by him. He strapped the bag back to my own. "We are going to Nevada, not sure where specifically, but I got a deal with a buddy there. Looking to make my fortune. Not literally, mind you. The truth is, I got family there expecting me. They haven't seen Lambert since he was this tall. He was so adorable once upon a time!"

He gestured with his hands just above his waist. He's selling this very well.

The merchant glanced back at his guard. "We are looking for a girl. She goes by Mackerel, like the fish? She's got our next package deal. Our client says she will be around here at Megaton."

Myles looked at me like I am supposed to answer with just my eyes and I just glared down at him, occasional blinks. "I have heard of no one with that name. What does she look like?"

The guard held the shoulder of the trader. "(Would you stop giving information to a stranger? He has never seen her.)"

He gently pushed him off and padded down his jean jacket. "Stop being so paranoid. Myles here is obviously an honest traveler like myself. We both have our own goals to accomplish. Why not help each other? We might run the same paths again, anyway. She is actually a teenager. Works for some undisclosed caravan. I know nothing about her other than she wears a bright pink bow under her hair. I was told I'll know her when I see her. That hasn't happened yet. I'm thinking she isn't here."

I just gave Myles a look that just said. "No."

"It would seem Lambert here hasn't seen her either, nor have I. Best wishes on your journey, though! We should get going. What was your name again?"

The trader adjusted his backpack, which clanged and shifted with what sounded mainly like empty cans. "My name is Le-I mean you can call me Styx. This is Adam. We are going to make our way West, report to our employer. Maybe we will cross paths again. Goodbye, Myles and... Lambert."

I gave him a growl of acknowledgement. Myles wished them farewell, and we both left the area of Megaton.

He and I wandered for a little while until I was certain they wouldn't be following us, and had to give him a commendation for his actions. "You impressed me with your little act back there. Incredibly smart how you handled the whole situation, making me a pet or follower and less of a talking lizard. Didn't know you were such a good liar."

We walked alongside a road leading away from Megaton and in the opposite direction of the Prydwen. "It just came to me when you approached. I didn't plan it at all. Something seems off about Styx. I don't think he's an actual traveling trader. We should be wary if we run into him again. Where are we off to? I just went in some random direction."

I nodded in agreement. "Something feels off about that Styx. He kept whispering to his traveling companion. I didn't hear all of it. Mackerel as well? What a name. As for direction, all we have to do is turn opposite from the direction of the Prydwen, find a long stretch of highway, and follow along with that. There should be a trading center just outside of the range from the Capital Wasteland. I saw it my first time coming here. Follow me."

"Lead the way. We can go through everything you got once we find a place to stop. I have to ask you something, though."

"What would that be, Myles?"

He hesitated for a moment before catching up with me. "Well, first off, slow down. I can't move as fast as you. Second, why did you spare Glavin? I can't figure it out."

Instead of slowing my step, I came to a complete halt, turned to face him, and pondered for a moment. "It's tough to explain. I spent my whole life outside of the Vault looking for this man to kill him. The moment I achieved the opportunity to do so, my desire to end his life faded. See, I decided killing him wouldn't bring me peace or closure. It's too easy of a punishment. He should suffer as I did. He should be alone like I was. So, that's what I did. Left him alive amongst the corpses of his fallen friends and comrades. Left him completely alone, no home, no one to return to. He deserved the same fate that once befell me. I did exactly what he did to me. That's a better revenge than tearing him apart as I had planned."

Myles kept walking. "You always said how you wanted to be better than your enemies. How history will repeat itself if you swoop to their level. Believe me, I understand why you did it. I would have killed him personally. It just seems like you repeated the cycle, doing exactly what he did to you in the end."

I quickly caught up with him and continued. "While that might look true out of the context of things. He deserved it. My species was peaceful. We didn't fight or have nearly any combat experience. We were scholars and scientists, not killers. My kind was wiped from the world because the Enclave decided we were a threat. We weren't, really. We wouldn't have done anything to fault or ruin them. We didn't even know they existed! Not till it was beyond too late. No one was ready for the attack, and I was far too young to handle anything. The Enclave deserved everything we gave them!"

We found a cracked highway that stretched as far as my eyes could see. Cliffs and broken buildings stretched the landscape. "You know, one thing I never considered traveling with you, John. Many of the creatures of the Wasteland will most likely leave us alone, right?"

We strolled alongside the road. A pretty empty stretch of land other than the highway itself. I can see any legible signs along the way, sadly. "Mostly. You won't be finding a Vicious Dog or Mirelurk taking on a deathclaw. A Giant Radscorpion or Yao Guai, maybe if they are starving and desperate. Other deathclaws, too, might be a threat. Instincts drive them to fight for dominance. Even if it's alone. If I walk into his "Territory" it will cause some issues." I even did quotations with my claws.

He asked me. "Did you get many challenges when you traveled?"

I thought for a moment. "Not as many as you would think. Deathclaws are only super territorial if they are part of an entire pack. Sometimes they get ambitious when alone. Very rare to find one by his lonesome, though. I would be wearier of a solo one over an entire pack. I don't think we will find one around here, probably. This road seems to be traveled often enough."

He commented. "I'll keep that in mind. I never did like fighting a deathclaw. They always seemed way too quick to me. I've killed some, sure er.. sorry. Have you got a drink in that bag? I'm feeling parched."

I scoffed at him. "You don't need to be sorry for killing deathclaw. They are mindless beasts, mostly. I have a few bottles of purified water, Aqua Pura, and some bonus bottles of dirty water for emergencies. Take a pick."

He grumbled to himself. "I'm going to regret this. Give me dirty water for now. We should conserve the purified ones for later when we are on a long stretch with no sort of shelter for miles."

I gave him a nod. "Very responsible decision there. I can go longer with no sort of food or drink. I can hunt and get us water. I'll even teach you some helpful things, eventually. We will have a lot of downtime throughout this journey."

He hesitated and then quickly chugged down the entire bottle in one go, shuddering and wincing in one big gulp. "I'll never get used to that taste, ugh! Radiation is awful for water. I'm going to regret this for sure."

I gave him a laugh and took out a bottle myself. "I figured you would get used to the tastes of these kinds of water by now. Living in the Wasteland, you don't have a choice sometimes."

Chugging a bottle for myself. It tasted no different from the typical lake or river water I'm more than used to. It's not something I think about.

I had to ask him. "Are you going to need a Radaway? I have little use for it. These reserves will go to you, majority."

He cleared his throat a few times. "No, no. I don't need a Radaway now. I will need one if we end up eating a bunch of irradiated food and creatures."

He felt his forehead. "No symptoms, yet. You aren't too affected by rads, huh?"

I shook my head. "No, not really. The F.E.V that flows through my veins also probably helps that, but deathclaws are naturally pretty resistant to rads in general. It won't be killing me anytime soon. As for Radaway, I've used a few. Turns out it can flush out more systems than just humans. Who would have thought?"

He and I made it to a fork in the road, with no signs and no sense of direction. "Where do you want to turn to, Myles? I'll leave it up to you. No idea where either leads."

He considered his options for a moment and decided that we should turn to the left. "I vaguely remember seeing a map of this very road on a Brotherhood terminal. I think this way leads to a Trading Post and Rest Stop. We can take shelter for the night and keep going. Maybe do some trading?"

I joined him at his side. "That's exactly what I was hoping for. Let's enjoy a nice bed while we can. Eventually, we will need to sleep out in the wild, cave preferred! Let's see what's up the road."

End Chapter: 27