Northeast Outcast Outpost. Capital Wasteland.

Defender Emerson had never questioned his orders, but this one was a doozy. He was walking in to the Northeast Outcast Outpost to see Protector Rourke. Rourke was a man to respected by far the most of all Outcasts. He was bald, in his mid 40's, and had a little scar on the bridge of his nose as a sign of experience. He was a very direct person, as in he would say what had to be said in order to get stuff done. Emerson had brown hair in a military style, and green eyes, and a personality that really fitted an BOS Knight, not an Outcast.
He was an Outcast because technology should be used to create new life, not recreate Pre-War glory. But he thought that the BOS had some good points as well. He walked up to the gate and stood in front of the booth that an Outcast guard was snoozing inside of th booth. He activated his voice speaker in his T-51d Power Helmet and said...

"Hurry get up, the Super Mutant's are coming!" He said as loud as he could.

"Ahhhhh! What? What? The guard said as he got up to his feet. "Oh, it's you. What do you want, Defender?"

"I'm here to see Protector Rourke. Is he here?" Emerson asked him." He wanted to dicuss my new order transfer."

"Rourke? Yeah he's in. Go on through." The Outcast told him as he sat back down and settled back into his nap.

Emerson kept walking and entered the Outpost. The place was like all the other hideouts he'd be too, neglected and in poor repair. He walked into Rourke's office and just as he was walking in he heard two voices. One Rourke, and the other he did not know who it was. He took of his helmet and leaned into the wall to listen in...

"No, he wouldn't do that. He's just a kid." The unidentifiable voice said to Rourke.

I'm not a kid. Emerson thought. I'm one of the best Outcast's around. He listened more as the noise started to decrease.

"He has to, Casidin. There's nobody else we can turn to. Were low on men as it is and sooner or later the BOS will get the order from

Elder Lyons eliminate all the Outcasts. We're the only thing left that's opposing the Brotherhood. Casdin, don't you get it?' Rourke said.

Casidin? he thought. That doesn't make any sense. He listened in more.

"You don't that I don't know that? I just think it would only provoke them more. Just tell him it was a mistake. That's all your gotta do." Casidin told him.

"We have no choice. I have to do this, I'm sorry. Rourke told him. Is that all, Protector Casidin?" He said.

"Yes, sir. Casidin said as he clenched his teeth. That's all." he said as he walked out of the room.

As Casidin walked out he saw Emerson walking by the door. He made just a passing glance as he stormed out to the outside.

"Odd." Emerson mumbled to himself as he walked into Rourkes office. He had never met Rourke before. But from what he'd heard he was a force to be reckoned with. He did NOT want to test that after what just happened.

"Ahh Emerson, just the man I wanted to see. I've heard a lot about you." Rourke said as he said down. Emerson did the same.

"So have I, sir. Emerson said firmly. What are my orders?" He said as he fiddled with his helmet.

"These orders are not to be taken lightly, Defender. I trust your the right man for this job." Rourke said, doubting he was right.

"Sir, I wouldn't be here if I was not the one. He said bolstering with confidence in his voice. "What's the mission?"

Emerson was shocked to hear what Rourke said to him.

"I want you to kill the Lone Wanderer."

Outside Vault 101 Entrance. 6:00AM

The group stood guard as the Vault Dwellers got used to the sunlight. They just got out of a tunnel, they knew it would hurt like hell. It's been two years out of the Vault, and the sun still hurts his eyes a little bit. But he was glad that he would never have to go in that Vault again. Fyrus got next to Amata and looked out to the distance.

"So, was it everything that you thought it would be, Amata? Fyrus asked her. "I know it's a little messy but..."

"Beat's living in a Vault anyday. I didn't know that the Wasteland was this ravaged." She told him.

"Tell me about it. He said. "I'm taking you and everyone else in to Megaton. From there we can find a place to decide were all of them can go from there. Everyone hear that?" He told everyone. They all nodded and the group moved to Megaton.

"Okay. So, Amata asked Fyrus as they were walking. How has it been for you living outside the Vault?"

"Why are you asking me?" Fyrus replied.

"I was just wondering. I don't mean to be rude, but could we talk later in Megaton? It would really mean a lot to me."

"Sure we can talk about anything we want to after we get to Megaton, until then, that will have to wait."

"Okay. We'll talk then." Amata told him.

Amata quickened her pace so she could talk to Sarah. she was not doing a good job of keeping her emotions bottled up at the moment.

"Sarah, she asked her. Is something wrong with Fyrus? He just seems..."

"Different? Emotionless? Closed-off?" Sarah chimed in.

"He's like a completely different person than the the friend I grew up with in Vault 101. What's with him?" She asked Sarah.

"Ever since his dad died he changed a lot. He's not the man you used to know. The only thing he does nowadays is fight Raiders and Super Mutants and help around the Citadel. He acts like does not have a life at all. Living in the Wasteland changes people, Amata."

"He promised to talk to me at his house in Megaton. Will that help at all?" Amata said.

"He talks about you all the time, Amata. Your his last chance in his life. Don't mess it up. Do it for me." Sarah asked her.

"I promise." Amata said and slowed down to walk with Fyrus. This would be a interesting debate in Megaton for them both.

The group surprisingly didn't have any problems at all as he got the group into Megaton. Except for one thing...

Megaton. Front gate.

"Damn, Fyrus! I know you told me you were bringing some buddies of yours, but didn't you get that Megaton is full?" Lucas Simms said as the group walked through the front gate to meet them.

"They're not staying here. I'm just stopping here to get them all a place to stay at for the moment being." Fyrus informed him.

"Okay, but they all can't stay here too long. People like us need some room too, remember that now." Lucas said as he went back to his house.

"Everyone, head to the Common House on the other side of Megaton for now. I'll let you know when you all can be moved."

"Alright, you heard him get a move on!" Sarah barked as the Vault Dwellers moved on to the house.

"Not you, Amata." he said as she walked on. "We're going to stop at Craterside Supply and speak to Moira. I have to pick up something there before we can talk at my house."

"Okay, Fyrus. Lead the way." She told him.

Craterside Supply.

KABOOM!

"Hey, sorry down there! I was testing a new type of Rad-x mixed with a Nuka Cola Victory, but I can talk. So, what's up?" Moira said.

"Is my new armor ready?" Fyrus said as he took of his helmet.

"Of course! it was done a while ago. What took you so long?" Moira said curiously.

"My past caught up with me." He said as Amata began to look around the shop.

"Your from the vault too? Great! It gets boring when you see the same face every day. I'm Moira, what's your name?" she said as she put the armor on the table.

"Amata." She told her.

"Nice to meet you! Your going to have a fun time in the Wasteland!"She told her. " It has all the upgrades you requested." She informed Fyrus.

The armor was a Grey Combat Armor with blue streaks slapped onto the parts of the armor. He used some of the Talon Merc's armor to give it a black undersheath. He also embossed his name on the front and it had a BOS logo etched into the metal. It had small sleeves and A holster for any type of weapon Fyrus had. The boots were white with black soles and had some of the paint gone to give it a "Wasteland touch." Moira said when he brought her the armor parts.

"Fine of my finest work. Moira said proudly. "Don't let it get destroyed to easily."

"Well, Fyrus said as he put on the armor. "How do I look? Not to flashy flashy?"

"It's perfect." Just like I imagined it would." Moira complimented.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Moira, but I have to go." Fyrus told her and made to the motion to Amata that it was time to leave.

"Nah it's okay. I know you have stuff to do. Bye! Good hunting!" She said to the both of them as the two walked out of the shop.

"She's nice." Amata said as the two walked to his house.

"Yeah, nice." He was thinking about when he was helping her to make the Wasteland Survival Guide when Amata said that.

They went to his house and opened the door. He had the place have a Vault -Tec theme and all over the house were different types of power armor resting on Dummies. The walls had weapons all over them like the Infiltrator, BlackHawk, the Metal Blaster, Multiplas Rifle, O'l Painless, Recharger Rifle, and the Gatling laser Vengence. He walked up to a display case and put his Tri-Beam Laser Rife, "Justice," in the case.

He went upstairs to put his Power Armor away and put on his sunglasses and his Lucky Bandanna. He included V.A.T.S into the lenses and could target an enemy by just blinking. He named his Bandanna "Lucky" because he got shot in the head once by a sniper. It stopped the bullet somehow. He didn't how, and he didn't care to know. It saved his life.

"What's with all the Bobble-heads?" She said as she walked toward them to read what the writing said on the all of them.

"I just think there fun to have around the house. That's it." He walked downstairs and found a couch to sit on as he turned the radio on with his Pip Boy.

"You wanted to talk about something, Amata?" He asked her not even guessing what.

"I just..."Amata started to get all tense.

"Go on. Tell me. You can trust me." He said getting interested.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry..." Amata as light tears began to dribble down her face.

"For what?" Fyrus said when he stood up.

" For making you leave the Vault. I know your mad but..." She broke down and started to cry.

"Amata." Fyrus said after walking up to her and grabbed her arms softly." It's all right. I'm not mad."

She stopped crying."Your not? She said with a sigh of relief.

"I could never be mad at you, Amata." He told her then hugged her tightly.

It was a warm, comforting one. Kinda like the one that you never ever want to let go of. She thought. I'm never going to let you go ever again. I promise this time.

And that's just what they did.

Sorry about the Chapt. 3 problem. I was having techincal difficulties. But its up now.

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