Just a quick heads up, I'm writing the Brotherhood of Steel with the mod "Ad Victoriam. A Brotherhood of Steel Overhaul Apocalyptic Edition." Created by "Sinlessorrow"

I admit I think the mod causes my game to crash especially when I'm in the Boston City grounds, but its worth it. The color schemes and added lore makes my day!

Also I'll be adding a couple of special guests and an extra BoS Mister Gutsy to the chapter.

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Fire Support

October 25th, 2287

The Commonwealth, Boston Massachusetts

Nathan "Nate" Shaw

Sole Survivor

Commonwealth Minutemen

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"This is Lieutenant Nate. Entry log number four, current date is October 25th, 2287… 22:51 hours. Staff Sergeant Daly and Preston were on their way to the Corvega Assembly Plant to clean out a raider camp. I figured I'd give them a hand since I've been there enough times to know the layout. If the bombs didn't drop I'd be applying for a management position over there. Aside from that, a radstorm is currently overhead. Codsworth predicts it should pass in a few hours. Sadly I'm down to one mag and I'm currently using it. In a way, despite the situation, it was actually worth helping them out. I saw Mike Daly in his old Power Armor. He may have the face no mother could love but I could tell he was beyond excited to kick ass in his old armor. Anyway I've taken shelter in this old industrial crate just outside Lexington to avoid any rads. I figured now would be a good time to clean my weapons and have an MRE. Good thing I found a can of Dog food for Dogmeat. Codsworth volunteered to guard the outside perimeter till then. I'd be bored to tears right now but I found a radio station from Diamond City. The DJ does seem rather timid in his voice but his selection of music is worth putting up with. I'm sure the kid just needs a push in confidence. I'm sure that won't be hard. Anyway, we're hoping the storm clears by after midnight. I'd like to reach Cambridge before it gets too late. Hopefully I can find supplies in the police station… Regardless, I keep trying to remember what Roger taught me the last time we saw each other. Stay focused on the objective, and that's my son. I can only imagine what he'd do in this situation… End recording."

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The radstorm finally cleared at around midnight, Nate was rather hesitant to continue his journey considering the possible new threats awaiting him further, but he had a son to find. Fear couldn't limit his strength. Not while he's this close to the Boston city limits.

"Automated message repeat." A voice covered in heavy static suddenly popped from his pipboy.

"This is Scribe Haylen of Reconnaissance Squad Gladius to any unit in transmission range. Authorization Arx. Ferrum. Nine. Five. Our unit has sustained casualties and we're running low on supplies. We're requesting support or evac from our position at Cambridge Police Station. Automated message repeating…"

The message began it's next repeat when Nate turned off the message.

"Mister Nate… Are we going to help them?" Codsworth asked in slight concern.

"We're already this close to Boston… I can't help everyone." Nate said with slight hesitation.

"I understand sir, but if what I heard was correct; 'Arx Ferrum' is Latin for 'Iron Fortress'. I must say that language was nearing its death even before the bombs dropped. You do know what I'm getting, right sir? I know our goal is to find young Shaun, but… We cannot just turn a blind eye on the people who need help."

"Well they're definitely not your average wastelander." Nate concluded, "Gah! I have only mag left."

"Fear not, sir. You have Dogmeat and a Mister Handy with a buzz saw and flamer. We have your back!"

Nate looked down at his weapon. For once in his time in the Commonwealth, he really didn't want to help them. Diamond City was one more push of effort just ahead.

Then again… He realized something he had forgotten. Something his wife, Nora once told him.

"Sometimes one simple choice could lead to an even bigger opportunity, but the more you ponder on what to choose. The same choice will eventually consume you whole." Nora's soft voice echoed in Nate's head.

As strange as it was, he felt lighter in the shoulders after hearing her words. It's like he's been guarded by Nora's angel up above.

She made the same choice more times than Nate can begin to wonder before he ended up overthinking it again.

"Sir?" Codsworth asked once more to Nate.

"Let's go help'em out!" Nate said with a new look for determination. He and Dogmeat raced past Codsworth and straight for the Cambridge police station.

"Now that's the master Nate I remember! Onward to victory, hoorah!" Codsworth boasted catching up with Nate and Dogmeat.

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Claws and plasma energy shots was heard all around.

"There's too many! Geahhh!" Knight Keane's last words were heard all around.

"Man down! Man down!" Paladin Danse roared as Knight Keane was being ripped apart by a feral.

"You feral corpses are way overdue!" Shouted Dave, the Mister Gutsy.

"Danse, cover me!" Scribe Haylen shouted as she lugged Knight Rhys away from the action.

Growing more desperate by the second, Haylen pulled out her laser pistol while Rhys reached for his fallen laser rifle on the ground.

Shortly after, Danse's weapon went dry. The nearest Feral lunged for him but was met with Danse's power armored grip. He broke its neck in one squeeze and threw it over to the incoming herd of ghouls to the right side.

The Feral Ghouls finally ceased their assault. Danse took the moment to reload his BLR-4. The second Danse finished, another incoming group of ghouls began to swarm over to Danse.

Before the Paladin could pull the trigger, the ghouls were hailed by a controlled burst of ballistic rounds. From the corner of Danse's eye, he spotted a man in green camo fatigues.

Nate has arrived.

Racing past Danse, Nate tackled the last ghoul and jabbing his combat knife in its throat excessively. Using his 9mm he shot down two more ghouls from the front. Dogmeat was able to bite the throat of the third.

Codsworth arrived shortly after and started lighting the ferals Nate shot down on fire to put them down for good, "Better make sure these ferals stay down."

The sudden backup made even Danse hesitate, "Check your fire, civilians incoming." Danse quickly shook off.

Dave resumed his slaughter of ghouls giving Haylen and Rhys a chance to get to cover.

Nate mantled back over the barricades for cover and ejected his last mag.

Sadly Nate didn't notice the Feral from the back alley he arrived from as it tackled him by surprise. It gnawed it's grotesque mouth over his face trying chomp down on him. His knife was pushed out of reach and his pistol was jammed. Luckily the Feral was dissolved into a puddle of green plasma goop. Now the plasma entrails are smothered all over Nate and his uniform. Haylen was seen with her weapon drawn, Danse assumed it was her that helped out this man.

"Oh fuck that's gross!" Nate shouted.

Picking himself up, and cleaning off his uniform, Nate finally had a chance to check on the people he just helped. They looked military aside from the black and red uniforms. The one in power armor was perhaps the CO. His armor was coated in black and red stripes were etched around certain details. Along with his rank and insignia of a sword and gear.

"We appreciate the help civilian, but what's your business here?" Danse asked in his militant tone of voice.

"I…" Nate peaked over to see a Mister Gutsy in the same armor design as Danse, "I picked up your radio message. I figured I'd drop by and help. Aside from that I'm just trying to survive out here. Like everyone else."

"The way you charged in and engaged those ferals I find that last part difficult to believe. Then again your pipboy explains how you got our message. Are you from a local settlement?"

"Sanctuary Hills north of Concord. Before that, Vault 111." Nate answered honestly.

"So you really are a vault dweller. Most people wouldn't admit to such a thing. I appreciate your honesty. Do you have a name?"

"I'm Nate."

"Good to meet you, Nate. If I appear suspicious, it's because our mission here has been difficult. Since the moment we arrived in the Commonwealth, we've been constantly under fire. If you want to continue pitching in, we could use an extra gun on our side."

"I'll continue to help, but you owe us an explanation first, I told you my name. Seems fair to do the same, or at least tell us who you guys represent."

"Agreed, the more we know the better." Codsworth added his input.

"Very well, I'm Paladin Danse, Brotherhood of Steel. Over there is Scribe Haylen, Knight Rhys, and our Mister Gutsy, Dave. We're on recon duty, but I'm down a man and our supplies are running low. I've been trying to send a distress call to my superiors, but the signal's too weak to reach them.

"Sir, if I may?" Haylen stood from her place tending Rhys's wounds.

"Proceed Haylen."

"I've modified the radio tower on the roof of the police station, but I'm afraid it just isn't enough."

"Our target is ArcJet Systems, and it contains the technology we need... the Deep Range Transmitter. We infiltrate the facility, secure the transmitter and bring it back here. So, what do you say? You willing to lend the Brotherhood of Steel a hand?"

"Hey what's that noise? Are those humans?" A guttural and undiscerning voice muttered.

Nate and Danse pointed their guns down the road on reflex. From the distance another group of unknown variants were approaching the compound.

"Damn it, my gun's empty." Nate whispered.

Dogmeat took off for a moment to fetch a spare BLR-4 rifle and left beside Nate to use.

Danse tossed Nate a spare fusion cell while Rhys walked over to the barricades to help reinforce the incoming hostiles.

"Hey you, do you even know how to use that thing?" Rhys groaned in disgust.

Nate looked over the weapon. This dark colored Laser Rifle had the same design as the standard issue AER-9. So Nate opened the ammo slot, put the cell inside the holster, locked the clamp and turned off the safety. Like a boss!

"I might be a little rusty." Nate replied.

Rhys didn't seem to take the boastful response well but the incoming voices grow louder for him to not care.

"Here take this." Nate offered Rhys a spare stimpack. To which Rhys ungratefully accepted. The sudden jolt from the stim gave Rhys enough energy to continue fighting.

"Those are humans! Let's kill them!" The monstrous voices grew louder. Following minor quakes from outside. Whoever or whatever was outside they were big.

From the corner of the entrance a group of seven tall, buff, sickly skin colored humanoids armed in scrap metal plates and helmets that took the shapes of medieval knights. The worst of all, these humanoids were armed with Browning M199 assault rifles. Fully loaded.

"Oh sh-" Nate couldn't finish that remark with the amount of gunfire aimed for them.

"This is the age of the Super Mutants!" One of them roared over the hailing bullets.

Nate took a brief moment over cover to fire down at one of the Superutants. Luckily he managed to shoot down a mutant into a pile of plasma bile.

The second went down with an exploding limb. The rest on the other hand were able to take the most punishment, and somehow they all disintegrated into ash.

"Was that any of us?" Nate yelled.

"No our weapons fire plasma shots, someone else did that." Haylen commented.

From the other side of the compound, a simple eyebot hovered it's way inside, and soon after another soldier in power armor arrived, but this time it was a suit of T-49 armor. Nate hasn't seen one of those since the early battles in Anchorage.

"Hello there fellow brothers and… Sister. Edna caught your distress signal. We figured we'd provide assistance. Everyone alright?"

All the members of the brotherhood lowered their weapons. Danse lowered Nate's weapon assuring him they're not hostile.

"Hello Storyteller." Danse greeted in slight annoyance.

"Paladin Danse, always a pleasure. Knight Rhys, Scribe Haylen, always a pleasure. I'm glad to see Dave is still in working order too." The Storyteller said as he walked inside the compound.

"And who's this?* The Storyteller asked.

"The civilians here caught our message too. His group helped us take care of the ferals earlier." Danse explained.

"Good to know. Anyway what's your status?" Storyteller asked.

Nate took the moment to break out of the conversation to check on the dead Knight above the railing. Checking for a pulse with no luck to confirm his status. Knight Keane is KIA. Knowing his life in the army, he ripped off his tags.

"Here, figured you guys would want them." Nate said as he handed the tags to Knight Rhys.

"Thanks." Rhys took the tags.

Dave eventually floated closer to Nate in a slight interest that only Codsworth could sense.

"Mister Nate, this Mister Gutsy here is actually making an unusual signal from looking at you."

"You there Maggot! Look over here!" Dave shouted in his normal drill sergeant voice.

"Scanning. Scanning results complete. Accessing Prewar records: Second Lieutenant Nathan Shaw. Member of the 108th Fox Company Unit, second battalion. US Army, war hero of Anchorage. Scan reveals a 100% facial match. Initiating Nuntius Ferro Protocol, article 1."

Dave suddenly went silent as well as everyone else around Nate.

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If I'm gonna be implementing certain mods. Then adding the Storyteller and Edna is a no-brainer!

Here's to Creativity!