Prologue Part 1

J.J. McAllen's POV-

Year 2278

Traveling the wastelands is very tiring and definitely not good to one's health. With Raiders, Talon mercs, and other hostiles constantly attacking me wherever I travel, I learned that I have to always keep my guard up and always be suspicious to everything that has happened and what's currently happening around me. Again, very tiring and not good to one's health. It's this sort of problem that prevent me from making plenty of friends that I can completely trust. I was lucky enough to meet such people like Charon and Fawkes. Hell, I even have a canine companion back at Megaton, though I still question why he was name Dogmeat, but who am I to question.

A few months after the attack at the Adams Air Force Base, with the defeat of the Enclave, I decided to head to the Mall and into the the Natural History Museum and tried to dig up the entrance to the section that had relics from the second World War. My prizes were the M1 Garand with bayonet, a M1918 BAR, a M1A1 Thompson SMG, a M1919 Browning, a M1911, a M3 Grease SMG, a Winchester Model 1897, a 1903 Springfield with sniper scope, and even the M2 Browning 'Ma Deuce'. The rest of the relics were crushed and destroyed by debris from fallen columns and collapsed ceiling rubble, unfortunately. I even made the M2 Browning into a carried weapon when I'm in power armor.

It's the year 2278, and I was heading towards Old Olney in my Winterized T-51f Power Armor to see if I can enter that damn firehouse there until I ran into a very large group of my most hated enemy, the Enclave. Apparently, they were going up north towards the Commonwealth in order to regroup with possibly other remnants of their faction. Well, now they are gonna deal with me now.

I pulled out my upgraded Wazer Wifle along with a Frag Grenade, and tossed it at the group.

"Watch out! Grenade!" said one of them as it exploded. That got their attention as they started to fire at me.

"Incoming hostile!" shouted an Enclave Officer. His head was shot off from the neck and his head started rollin' away.

"Burn you bastard!" shouted an Enclave Hellfire Trooper as he fire his Heavy Incinerator.

'Time to go to work' I thought as I started the charge at the large group, firing my Wazer Wifle.

Short Timeskip-

Well, I didn't see that coming. Apparently, there was another large battalion not that far behind the first one I'm fighting and they merge into one small army. What's worse is that I only have 5 more stimpaks. All and all, I was royally screwed. They are overwhelming me and shredded through my power armor. I fell back towards a small boulder and lay against it. I was bleeding out. I was dying. It looks like the Enclave are celebrating their victory. Let's ruin that, shall we?

I discreetly pulled out a High-Yield Timed Mini Nuke that I stored in my Pipboy when I needed it most and started the timer. Only 2 minutes, counting down. It looks like this my final stand, and I'm about to go out with a bang. Started to laugh and the others took noticed.

One of them, a normal Enclave Trooper, spoke up, "What are laughing at?"

Then a Hellfire Trooper spoke, "Maybe he's finally gone insane?"

"I highly doubt that, Trooper." said an Enclave Officer. Then he approached me and kneeled down.

"What are you planning, Brotherhood scum?" demanded the Officer.

With my dying breath, I spoke, "Blaze of Glory, Enclave. Blaze of Glory." and I went limp, now seeing darkness around me.

I died. It was only a matter of time, really, since I am a dead man walking. I then see a light within the darkness, as if beckoning me to come towards it. What choice do I have, anyway? So then I started my way there, thinking maybe I'll get see Dad again, and maybe finally meet Mom.

3rd POV-

The Enclave present looked at the corpse of the Lone Wanderer confusingly at his choice of words.

"Blaze of Glory?" Said a confused Enclave Trooper.

"I have a bad feeling about this…" muttered the Hellfire Trooper.

Then the Officer noticed something being clutched in the Lone Wanderer's hand. When it was revealed, the Officer's eyes widened in horror when he saw a timed Mini-Nuke… with only 4 seconds left.

"RUN!"

None of the Enclave personnel was able to react as the High-Yield nuclear explosive detonated, wiping out the entire area, killing the Enclave soldiers.

Not far away, a Brotherhood patrol witnessed a small yet large nuclear explosion detonating, concluding that it was a High-Yield Mini Nuke that was the cause. Then they spotted something flying in the air from where the explosion happened. It landed near them, embedding itself to the ground, and they immediately recognized the object. It was a damaged T-51 helmet with what's left of the winterized paint scheme. Immediately, they were filled with dread, as they know the only person who wears that.

Quickly they went towards the area where the explosion occurred, but finding but littered bodies of dead Enclave troops… and what's left of the famed Lone Wanderer.

Joseph Turner's POV-

Year 1944

I was on the lookout for any more Nazis as I listened to Stiles trying to contact Dog One Rider. After a little bit, Daniels spoke, "If you don't mind me sayin' sir, maybe we should head to the assembly point."

I responded, "Not yet. Pierson'll get here."

I thought to myself, 'He better get here.'

Then Daniels jogged to my side, "Sir, is it true? About Pierson getting those men killed at the Kasserine Pass?"

I slightly flinch at that. Not good memories there.

I responded, "One day Daniels, when you lead your own platoon, you'll find out there's usually two options…"

We both stopped and turned towards each other.

"...bad and worse. But you focus on your men because that's what'll get you through."

Daniels responded, "Tell that to Pierson."

I started, "Sergeant Pierson-"

I stopped and sighed to myself. I rethink my comment.

Then I spoke, "You just pray you're never in that position."

Daniels nodded and then Stiles ran towards both of us.

"Lieutenant!"

We both turned towards Stiles as he continued…

"Just got a transmission from Baker. They're gonna assault Hill 493. Pierson's with 'em."

I went wide-eyed and raised my voice a bit, "What?"

Stiles continued, "He took our guys and second platoon."

'Dammit Pierson!' I thought.

We started to go as I shouted towards the others, "Gear up! Let's move!"

We then started our way towards Hill 493. I hope that we can make it in time before Pierson send his men to their graves yet again.

Timeskip-

After plenty of gunfire from bunkers and wiping out all sorts German positions, and even dealing with the artilleries, we had to fight of a wave of Waffen-SS soldiers… while dealing with a King Tiger Tank, and we succeeded. Though I was wounded by the surviving Tank Commander, killed off by Daniels, using my Enfield No. 2 Revolver to do so. Even when I told them to leave me, they didn't, especially Daniels, as he dragged me away from the fight.

It hurts...so much.

Daniels spoke to me, grabbing my attention, "Stay with me."

We both made it behind a sandbag wall.

Daniels yelled over the loud gunfire, "Turner!"

Then Zussman, friend of Daniels, yelled, "Lieutenant!"

I forced myself to speak, "You gotta get our boys outta here."

Pierson spoke, "No, we can still make it."

It was getting hard to breath, but even then, I forced myself to speak, "You have to- you have to retreat."

I handed him my M1A1 Thompson and he reloaded it for me, while stating, "No, we ain't leavin' you here."

I yelled, "You get me up, I'll hold'em off!"

There was a small pause as Pierson didn't say a word.

"You have to go. GO!" I shouted.

As Pierson handed me back my Thompson, he spoke, "It was an honored"

I spoke my own quote, "No sacrifice too great. Go."

Pierson shouted as he went into retreat, "Fall back!"

Daniels, clearly not wanting to leave me behind, yelled to Pierson, "Sergeant!"

Zussman yelled, "Move! Move!" trying to drag away Daniels.

Pierson came back to help Zussman to drag away Daniels to make him retreat.

Pierson said, "Fall back! I said fall-"

Daniels yells at him, "You can't do this!"

Pierson yelled back, "That was an order, goddamnit!"

I began to stand up slowly, but in agony, while hearing Daniels' protests. I then began to fire short bursts, taking down a few Waffen-SS and was shot again in the shoulder. On one knee, I looked back at Pierson, Zussman, and Daniels, who was trying to break free to try to help me.

I thought to myself, 'Goodbye world, I'm going home.'

I then was finished off by a Waffen-SS, and my whole world turned to darkness.

Now here I was standing here, now confused that I still have my weapons, including my revolver, which when I was alive, Daniels still had it. I then noticed a light in the distance, as if… beckoning me to come. And I did.

Arthur Morgan's POV-

Year 1899 (AN: It was hard to figure that out but I figured it out from math)

Me and the rest of the gang arrived at camp and as we neared, Tilly was riding a horse with Jack...

"They came and took Abigail! I saved Jack...we hid, but they took Abigail." Tilly shouted as she rode with Jack.

"Who did?"

"Agent Milton and his men...took her to Van Horn… to be put on a boat a tried for murder." Tilly explained.

Dutch responded, "I am sorry to hear that."

Micah said, "We have to let her go. John's a…"

He turned to Jack, "...well...sorry son."

Micah, not really sorry, turned towards us and said, "without John, she's just bait… got a bunch of money, Dutch. She's just a girl, they won't do nothing to her. But me and the boys know that we need to keep riding on this one, Dutch, you know it. Every man here knows it…"

I interrupted Micah with anger, "So we just gonna let the boy be an orphan."

Dutch responded, "It-It ain't like that!"

I demanded with a raised tone, "What is it like?"

Micah said annoyingly, "I wanna live, cowpoke. I still got the choice."

Then Micah turned towards the gang leader, "Dutch, it's just a girl…"

Dutch responded, "You're right…"

I spoke angrily as he dismounted his horse, "Dutch…"

Dutch began, "Micah… it pains me to say it, Arthur, but he is right."

I raised my voice a little higher, "Dutch!"

Dutch ignored me, "Come on boys."

They started to ride away, leaving me, Tilly, Sadie, and Jack behind. I started to cough harshly as my TB kicked in for a bit, as well as the dust.

I spat on the ground and said, "Well I guess that's that then…"

I straighten my back and continued, "...all them goddamn years…"

Sadie spoke up, "Come on, Arthur… let's go get her. You and me is all we need."

I nodded and spoke up, "Miss Tilly…"

I walked up to my horse and grab a cloth bag full

"Here…" I started and brought it up to Tilly's horse and pulled out my large sum of cash, "You take this money too. Take Jack and you wait at Copperhead Landing for Abigail and Mrs. Adler."

Tilly nodded, "Thank you, Arthur."

I spoke with a soft tone, "You're a good girl...you live a good life now, you hear?"

Tilly nodded again, "Yes Arthur. I'll...I'll miss…"

I knew what she was going to say, so I spoke, "Me too, sweetheart… me too."

Then I turned towards Jack. Poor boy, having to deal with all that has happened and is currently happening right now.

I spoke, "Jack, come here… be brave, son. I'm gonna go get your mamma."

Jack nodded sorrowfully in response.

I turned towards my horse and when I started to walk towards it and spoke up, "Miss Adler…"

I mounted up my horse and said, "Ride with me!"

And we both rode off to save Abigail.

Time Skip-

After saving Abigail, the death of Mr. Milton, and finding out that Micah ratted us out, I decided that I should have a little 'chat' with the gang, while Miss Adler and Abigail heads to Copperhead Landing. On the way to the camp, I started to have flashbacks to points of events that happened in my life and voices from people I knew, that I've met, and there are voices that are my own.

"There's a good man within you… but he is wrestling with a giant."

"I'm really sorry for you son, it's a hell of a thing."

"Our time has pretty much passed."

"You saved my life… you're a good man."

"You know, all that mattered to me was loyalty. It's all I ever believed in."

"Maybe it's a sign, Arthur… try… try to do the good thing."

That last voice spoke too true, and I'm sure as hell that going to do just that. I finally arrive at the campsite and I started to hear Micah.

'Damn traitor' I thought.

"Get them bags packed up quick, Miss Grimshaw. Come on, all of you." Micah instructed.

Miss Grimshaw spoke up, "Well, we're doing our best."

Micah then said, "Hurry, we ain't got long. Hurry!"

I decided to speak up, "We just got plenty of time, Micah."

Every turn towards me as I continued, "We all need to have a little chat."

Micah spoke up, "Black Lung, you're back. Hooray."

I dismounted my horse and walked towards Dutch as he exited his tent.

"I just saw Agent Milton, Dutch. Abigail shot him. She's okay… not that you care too much about that. You rats… all of you." I spoke. I then turned towards Micah.

"Seems old Micah was pretty close with Milton."

Micah then started to walk slowly towards me, asking, "What the hell are you talking about, cowpoke?"

I answered, "You talked."

Micah replied, "That's a goddamn lie. "

I look over to our gang leader and spoke, "Dutch-"

Micah interrupted me, "Dutch… think of the future."

I spoke, "Milton told me"

Micah chuckled, "And you believe him, Black Lung? You believe him?"

I continued, "It all makes sense now."

Micah shook his head, "No… it damn well it doesn't."

Then I pulled out my custom long-barrel Cattleman Revolver as he pulled out his double-action revolver, the rest of the camp followed suit.

I started, "Dutch… think!"

Micah spoke up, "Dutch… be practical now."

Then we heard someone shout, "Dutch!"

We turned to see John was still alive!

Micah spoke in surprise, "John?"

John, holding his arm, spoke out, "You left me… you left me to die!"

Then Dutch started to walk towards John, "My boy… I didn't have a choice. John, I didn't…

John started, "You-"

Dutch continued, "I didn't have a choice."

John finished, "Left me!"

I began, "All of you… you pick your side now, because this is over. All them years, Dutch… for this snake?"

Micah laughed, "Oh, be quiet, cowpoke. Be quiet. You live in the clouds."

Then Miss Grimshaw took my side and said, "No. You be quiet, Mr. Bell, and put down your gun."

Micah pulled out another revolver and pointed it at Grimshaw. Then one of the gang's watchman came running, "There's Pinkertons coming, fast"

Grimshaw got distracted and Micah took the opportunity and shot her, wounding her. This also made Dutch pull out two revolvers.

"Now!" Dutch started as Grimshaw groaned loudly.

Dutch then started to walk to the other side as he spoke out, "Who amongst you...is with me… and who, is betraying me?"

Then everyone sided with Dutch except John, as he stood next to me.

Dutch started, "Bill, Javier… think, think for yourself."

Micah started, "He's lying… he's lying."

Then the Pinkertons showed up, one of them shouted, "Put your guns down!"

Then a shot was heard, then an impact was made. We all ended up running for cover as Dutch and his buddies ran off.

Dutch shouted, "Goddamnit! Move!"

John and I took cover and I asked him, "You ready, John?"

John replied, "Yeah."

Short Timeskip-

After we retreated into the caves and ran our way out to the other side. Once ran out of the caves, we ran towards the road and whistle for our horses.

As we waited for our horses, I spoke to John, saying, "Abigail… Abigail's safe… so's Jack."

John asked, "Where are they?"

I answered, "They're with Sadie at Copperhead Landing."

John then shook my hand in gratitude, saying, "Thank you… brother."

Our horses arrived and John was going to mount up, but I stopped him for a short time. He looked at me as I said, "I want you… to not look back… like I said."

Then we ran to our horses and mount up and then our old gang started to catch up on us and we rode off.

We heard Micah yell out, "You're both dead men!"

John shouted out to me, "Arthur, we gotta go. Come on. Ride!"

We ride as fast as we can, trying to escape our old gang, until we ran into the Pinkertons.

John shouted, "Pinkertons coming through the trees, watch out!"

We continued to ride as we tried to escape both Pinkertons and our old gang, twisting around on the dirt road in the forest.

Then we rode into a blockade and a Pinkerton Agent yelled, "Drop your weapon!"

We shot at them and went to another road, with John yelling, "Ride, Arthur, ride!"

Then John yelled again, "More on the left! Let's leave them for Dutch!."

Then we heard one of our gang members yelling, "You're goddamn traitors, the pair of you!"

Then more Pinkertons showed up and started shooting at us.

John shouted, "They're all over us. Come on, let's move! Come on, Arthur!"

Then they shot our horses and we fell off. We then shot at more Pinkertons, killing them off. I then ran towards my horse.

John then said, "Come on, brother. Let's go."

I replied while I was comforting my dying horse, "Gimme a second."

John then said, "Come on… push, Arthur."

"Yeah… whoa… thank you." I said softly to my horse as she laid still.

John shouted, "Arthur!"

I stood back up and continued, with John saying, "Come on, Arthur. Let's go."

I asked out, "Well, what about the money? Abigail gave me the key."

John replied, "I head down there, I'm dead in five minutes. I got a family, that's more important."

I replied, "Ah, maybe you're right, but…"

John asked me, "You want the money? You head down. I gotta go to my family."

I stood there, thinking on what I should do. Go get the money, or go with John?

I decided to go with him.

I put my hat back on and said, "I'm coming with you. I'm gonna get you out of this bullshit if it's the last goddamn thing I do."

John replied, "Thank you."

We then decided to go running up towards the tall cliffside and we started to hear more gunshots.

John spoke up, "Ah shit, let's go. We need to find higher ground. Don't worry about them, they'll just be going back for their money. We need to get the hell out of here."

We ran along the cliffs and made on top just to see more Pinkertons surrounding the area.

John muttered, "Shit."

He then looks up to another path and said, "Let's get up this cliff."

I spoke up, out of breath, "You go…"

John spoke, "Come on, Arthur… Keep pushing."

We continued up the cliff as we were being shot at.

John shouted, "Almost! Get behind a rock! Goddamnit! They're everywhere, get down!"

We then pulled out our guns, shooting back at the Pinkertons, one by one.

John shouted as we continued higher, "We need to get outta here. Let's go!"

I stopped, I'm outta breath. I know I ain't going to make it. It's a fact. Even if I do survive this onslaught, I'll just die from the TB. I made my decision.

John noticed me stopping and halted his tracks, and said, "Alright, Arthur, come on, let's go."

I spoke up, "You go…"

John said, "Keep pushing, Arthur."

"No…" I coughed up.

"No… I think I've pushed all I can."

"Come on-" John started.

I spoke up, "You go."

John replied, "We ain't got time for this, not now."

I took off my hat, then spoke softly, "We ain't both gonna make it. Go… now. I'll hold them off."

Then I gave my hat to him, putting it on his head. I continued, "It would mean a lot to me… please. There ain't more time for talk. Go."

John started, "Arthur…"

"Go to your family." I said.

John shouted, "Arthur!"

I shouted at him back, "Get the hell out of here and be a goddamn man."

I then started to climb up as John stated, "You're my brother…"

I stopped and look at him, then I nodded and replied, "I know… I know."

Then continued up the side as he started his escape.

As I reached the top, I began shooting at the Pinkertons, killing them, yelling, "Goddamn you bastards!"

Then all of a sudden, Micah attacked me from behind, yelling, "I got ya now, Black Lung!"

I shouted back, "You rat! You rat! I'm a-"

I was interrupted as Micah punching me, yelling, "survivor, Black Lung… a survivor. That's all there is. Living and dying."

I then threw ourselves over the cliff to below. We landed with a thud, and we both took a moment to catch our breaths. Afterwards, we got back up and brawled. After a bit, I fell to the ground.

"Still got a little fight in you, have you, boy?" Micah said as he started to choke the hell outta me. I tried to break free and barely did. We ended up brawling again and even tackled me and began punching me. I pushed him off. Too weak, I ended up crawling away.

"All there is… winning… and losing…" Micah said as I crawled up to his revolver, grabbing it right before picking me up.

He slammed me against the cliffside. I spun around and pistol-whipped him hard with his own revolver. The revolver flew further from me and I began weakly crawling towards it.

"Oh, Black Lung… you ain't gonna reach that gun. You ain't" Micah began as he stood up.

"You lost, my sick friend. You lost." Micah taunted.

I spoke out hoarsely, "In the end, Micah… despite my best efforts to the contrary… it turns out I've won."

I continued to crawl away, and when I reached for the revolver, Dutch stopped me.

"It is over now… Arthur. It's over." Dutch spoke up.

I replied, "Oh, Dutch… he's a rat. You know it and I know it."

Micah responded as he was limping, "He's sick… he's dying… he's talking crazy."

Then we heard more Pinkertons shouting, who clearly knew we're up here.

I then spoke, "I gave you all I had… I did."

"I…" replied Dutch, clearly not knowing what to say or do. Then stepped back repeating, "I…"

"Dutch…" Micah started, motioning to come with him, "Come on. Dutch… let's go buddy. We made it. We won. Come on."

Dutch, still clearly not knowing what to do, stood there.

I spoke up, gasping, "John made it. He's the only one. Rest of us… no. But, I tried. In the end, I did."

Micah then spoke, "Come on, let's go. We can make it."

Dutch, now knowing what to do, started to walk away from both me and Micah.

"Come on, Dutch…" then he gets frustrated, "Come on!"

Finally, Micah ran off in the other direction, leaving me alone, dying. I decided to start crawling towards near the cliffside and finally rested myself on the cliffside wall.

Then I noticed something. I looked to my left and saw a sunrise. With my final breath, I passed away, peacefully. I received a vision of a deer in the meadows, basking in the sunlight. Then I see darkness.

All of a sudden, I was now standing up, feeling more stronger than ever and can finally breathe. I also noticed that I have my custom Cattleman Revolver, my custom Lancaster Repeater, my custom pump-action shotgun, and my custom Mauser pistol. I even have my gear as well.

Then I see a light further out, as if… calling to me. Since I'm already dead, I should take a look. And that, I did.

Connor Kenway's POV-

Year 1804

I was wandering through the busy roads of Davenport. Kids running around playing, people chatting away and gossiping, and the like. Throughout the years, Davenport grew a little more as a few more people came here to settle. And through the years, I was getting old.

I was heading back to the Manor, greeting back to everyone I meet.

"How do you do, Mr. Kenway!" said a cheery man while he was browsing the stalls.

"Good evening, Mr. Kenway." said a polite woman passing by.

"Hi Mr. Kenway!" said the children playing nearby.

The Church bells started to ring as it was evening and I was nearing the Manor. When the Manor was in sight, I started to feel weak and before I knew it, I fell to the ground, unable to move. The people who were walking nearby witnessed this and started to run towards me.

"M-Mr. Kenway! Are you alright?!" said a man.

I knew what was happening. It was going to happen to me as well to anyone else. I knew I was dying.

I spoke, "I think… my time is coming near." sounding weak.

The man seemed to know what I was referring to, as he then shouted out as loud as he could for help. Then a few people came to see what was the commotion.

Short Timeskip-

I was now in my deathbed, waiting to slowly pass away at any moment, as some of the living original residents stood around.

I turned towards them, and I spoke, "Friends… this is probably my final hour, and I would like to thank you all for joining up to become this community."

They all started to tear up, but smiled knowing I was proud of them.

I continued, "All I ask is one final wish, and that wish is that every one of you to treat each other as equals, be there for each other."

"We promise, Mr. Kenway." said one of them.

I smiled weakly as I finally started to slowly ease into my death. With my final words, I said…

"Thank you."

And finally, the world around me turned to darkness, but something strange happened. I was standing in the black abyss, now as young as I was during the American Revolution, and with all my gear on me.

'Strange.' I thought.

But then I saw a light in the distance, calling out my name. I doubt that it's anything to do with the First Civilization, or it would appear otherwise. So I decided to see what it is.

3rd POV-

Year Unknown

There was a round chamber with a large well with light swirling upwards, with connecting twelve other chambers, connected by small hallways. Four of these chambers light up as four individuals arrived. As they looked towards each other, they were all surprised by each other. These men were Jonathan James McAllen, Joseph Turner, Arthur Morgan, and Connor Kenway.

They were all silent, until Arthur spoke up, "Didn't think I would be brought in here with any of you, strangers."

J.J. spoke, "You can say that again."

Both Connor and Joseph nodded in agreement, clearly not knowing what to do in this situation.

J.J. decided to speak up, "Should we… introduce ourselves… or what?"

Connor responded, "That might actually be a good idea."

The others nodded.

J.J. started, "Alright, I'll start. My name is Jonathan J. McAllen."

Joseph spoke up next, "I'm Joseph Turner, nice to meet you all."

Arthur follows suit, "Howdy, I'm Arthur Morgan."

Connor followed lastly, "My name is Ratonhnhake:ton"

All three of them looked at him bewildered, with Arthur asking, "Uh, I apologize, but what?"

Connor sighed, then said, "You can simply call me Connor Kenway."

They all nodded, now knowing each other's names.

J.J. then turned towards Joseph and spoke, "Your outfit seems somewhat familiar…"

Joseph, while slightly confused, responded, "I'm First Lieutenant of the United States Army."

Arthur, now confused, asked, "Since when do the Army wear that?"

It seems Conner was also confused. Then Jonathan thought of something.

He asked, "Uh, what year did you guys died in?"

Joseph answered, "I died in 1944, in Germany fighting against the Nazis."

Both Arthur and Connor are confused now. Arthur then stated, "What the- how? I died in 1899 from both Tuberculosis and being beaten to death."

Connor responded, "I died in 1804 from old age."

Then the three looked at Jonathan, waiting for him to answer.

Jonathan responded, "I died in 2278 from being wounded in battle and turned it into a blaze of glory after I died."

They were all silent for a few moments from this revelation. Then Joseph finally decided to break the silence.

"Well goddamn. We're all from different time periods in America." Joseph stated.

Then an unknown cheery sounded feminine voice spoke out, "It's not just different time periods, it's-!"

Before the voice continued, the four Americans drew out their weapons and aimed at the source. Jonathan with the Ma Deuce, Joseph with his Thompson, Arthur with his Cattleman Revolver, and Connor with his bow and arrow.

What stood before them were four women. One was in green with a cheery attitude, one whose in red with also a cheery attitude, one in orange and a calm attitude, and one in white with a calm attitude.

Green spoke up towards her friends, "I startled them, didn't I?"

Orange answered, "Yes, you did sister."

Joseph decided to step up and ask, "Who are you four? Where are we? And what do you mean 'not just different time periods'?"

White replied, "We four represent each a power that is present once each year. We are ever changing and bring gifts to the world itself and are ever present."

Jonathan spoke up, "A riddle?"

Arthur muttered, "God, I hate riddles."

After much thought, Connor spoke up, putting away his bow and arrow, "I know the answer."

All of them turned towards Connor, waiting to see what his answer is.

"You four are the very embodiment of the Four Seasons." Connor answered.

The three Americans went wide-eyed as the four women smiled.

Then red spoke, "You are correct, Mr. Kenway. My name is Summer."

Green came next, "I'm Spring!"

White came after, "I am Winter."

Then finally, Orange came last, "And my name is Fall."

After the Americans' initial shock wore off, they put their weapons away, with Jonathan muttering, "Good Golly Holly."

Winter then spoke up, "As to where you are at, you're in what you called a Limbo of such."

Fall picked up, "The well behind us is the Well of Judgement. It also acts as a gateway to different worlds by reincarnations. Of course, there's more of these chambers than the one we're in."

Summer then replied, "As for the final question, you all are not just from different time periods, but from different versions of Earth. It happens when each choice you make makes an impact on the timeline. Like, say, you Arthur, instead of being a good man in the end, you became no better than Micah, like a rat, a deceiver. Er, I meant no offense."

Arthur responded, "None taken. I think we all know what you mean, Miss Summer."

The Americans nodded as they understood their situation, except…

Jonathan asked the Maidens, "So then, why are you here, then? What do you need from us?"

The Americans put their attention towards the Four Maidens, waiting for an answer.

Fall answered, "We need your help."

This caught the American's attention. What could they need their help with?

Winter began, "A world, known as Remnant, is a world unlike any other."

Then she began telling them about the world of Remnant, Dust, Aura and Semblance, and the like. Then she speaks about a subhuman race known as a Faunus and they were highly discriminated, which angered the Americans, then about the Creatures of Grimm, which were soulless monster bent on the extinction of Humanity and Faunus, then finally, Salem, the Grimm Witch. That is the objective for the Americans, to help destroy Salem and her creations.

The Americans went into a huddle and spoke on their thoughts. After much debate, they agreed and readied themselves. They were also been told that their parents who died before will be their parents in their new life, which made them somewhat happy.

The Well glowed to a different hue and one by one, they entered the Well, being reincarnated into the world of Remnant.

'To be Continued…'

(AN: Here are the loadouts/attire that the Americans will be using. Also revealing J.J.'s Appearance)

J.J. McAllen's Appearance-

Hair Style: short waved

Hair Color: Auburn

Eye Color: Silver

Race: Caucasian

Height: 6 feet tall

Weapons-

1) N99 10mm Pistol

2) R91 Assault Rifle

3) Combat Shotgun

4) Reservist's Rifle

5) Eugene

6) Trench Knife

7) Missile Launcher

8) Fat Man

9) Jingwei's Shocksword

10) Super Sledge

11) Frag/Plasma/Pulse Grenades/Mines

12) M1 Garand w/ bayonet

13) M1A1 Thompson SMG

14) M3 Grease SMG

15) M1918 BAR Browning

16) 1903 Springfield w/ sniper scope

17) M1919 Browning

18) Colt M1911

19) M2 Browning Ma Deuce (retrofitted)

20) Winchester Model 1897 Trench Gun

21) Wazer Wifle (upgraded)

22) Lincoln's Repeater

23) Stun Police Baton

Attire-

1) Winterized T-51f Power Armor set

2) Winterized Combat Armor set w/ goggles and mask

3) Merc Grunt outfit

4) Rover Trader Hat

Joseph Turner's Weapons-

1) M1A1 Thompson SMG

2) Lee Enfield No. 2 Revolver

3) Combat Knife

4) Frag Grenades

Outfit-

1) The same as the game.

Arthur Morgan's Weapons-

1) Custom long-barrel Cattleman Revolver

2) Custom Mauser Pistol

3) Custom Lancaster Repeater Rifle

4) Custom Pump-Action Shotgun

5) Knife

6) Bow and Arrows

Attire-

1) Default from the game

Connor Kenway's Weapons-

1) Hidden Blades

2) Assassin's Tomahawk

3) Bow and Arrows

4) Knife

5) Suppressed 9mm Pistol (provided by McAllen)

6) Suppressed 10mm SMG (provided by McAllen)

Attire-

1) Desmond's Attire

2) Default Colonial Robes