Having just arrived on the Island, Chance was exhausted. After a year's trek across the waste and a day's boat ride, he finally made it to his destination. He had trekked across the wastes looking for purpose, not wishing to be another generic khan. He had been staying at the local in the port town of Far Harbor, the next morning he was going to ask who the townsfolk refereed to as "Old Longfellow" how to get to the The Children of Atom throughout The Fog. The Fog was a thick, irradiated thick mist that spread throughout the island, anyone who walked in was never to walk out sane. You either became a Trapper or a Cultist, usually. But he wasn't here to become a nut-case cannibal, but he was here to become the latter. He had gotten tired of the Khan Lifestyle, raiding camps and slaughtering innocents. He was a gruff man of rough stature, standing at about 6'02. He stared at the ceiling, wondering what was in store for his new life serving Atom.
Before he knew it, it was daybreak. He awoke to a banging on the door with the old coot yelling to get his things. Irritated at the fact that he didn't get a break to change and eat, he yelled outside the window "LONGFELLOW CUT ME SOME SLACK AND LEMME GET MY SHIT." He hadn't gotten a good nights sleep due to excitement at his second chance of life, but it was to his disadvantage. Chance got up, showered, ate some rather disgusting mirelurk meat, and walked out the door. He grabbed the only weapon he had and the only one he used, a large bowie knife with a serrated edge. He called it "Final Chance". He put it in its holster and began the trek to the Nucleus.
"Why do you want to join the cult, again? Jog my memory so I remember why I'm risking my ass to take you there" Longfellow asked/stated to Chance. "Because I'm a great khan with many a sin, I grew tired of the raider life and I seek a higher purpose. That too difficult for you to wrap your head around?" The Khan remarked in a sarcastic tone. His feet were already sore after an hours worth of walking, "The Mojave was easier to trek. These roads are crooked. At least sand is consistent." The sun was burning his skin, foreshadowing what's to come later. Hours later he finally made it to the Nucleus and approached Grand Zealot Richter.
"Halt! What brings you to Atoms embrace?!" The Zealot said with his weapon drawn, willing to fire at a moments notice. " My name is Chance, I am a great khan, I have come seeking redemption for what I've done and I wish to join you all." The Zealot, intrigued, lowered his weapon. "If you want to join us, go to Atom's spring and drink the water. If you return, you are worthy."
To be continued...