Thank you for the support, I didn't really expect anyone to like it, and once again you have proved me wrong. Bless you all. Reviews:
AnoyingWaffle: Yes, I went there.
Thaqif: Disappointed in myself that you are conflicted, and while those crossovers make sense too, I fail to see how they are more believable than this. I mean, all you have to do is take a world with magic galore, insert what I did, and BAM! You're golden! Glad that you enjoy the plot and FALLOUT FUCKIN 4! By the way, never heard of Gate, but I'll look it up and try to put in a few easter eggs.
Guest: Thank you, I tried to put some background in so past, present, and future events and actions make sense, and I plan for this story to go on for awhile and maybe some spin-offs if I have enough time and/or you ask nicely.
Nosy John: I've always seen the NCR as America during the 1850s and 1880s, when they exterminated the Indians for their land, but the buck stops at the Brotherhood. Yes, they're history is colorful, but just read the timeline again, and then play Fallout 4 with the Brotherhood. You know what's different with mine? The Lone Wanderer. I strongly believe that if he could've influenced Arthur about some of the few good values of the old world and stuff, the game would be a lot different. And yes, the Mojave Brotherhood wasn't good either, but were they as bad as you said they were? And with FO4, if Arthur was more influenced by Lyons and pushed by the confirmed canon (I think so, anyway) good Lone Wanderer, he could have strived to make the world a better place, thus the Synth Reconditioning Act, and the answer to the call of help from the Courier. That, and we needed the Three Pip Boys (that is now their name, spread the word!) to unite and kick ass. You bring up very valid points, though, I'll make sure to have something like that in the story.
And are you called the BoS fascists because they want to exterminate the synths, or because their base is a giant zeppelin? Does anyone else notice this?
And if you haven't heard, Fallout 4 DLC. Look it up, and I hope you bought the season pass already, cause now it will cost a lot more.
Now, let's get into this.
The Equestrians were frozen in shock, not only because of these beings' ease and skill in killing, but that the apparent leader had spoken to them. After a few moments, Twilight stepped up and spoke.
"I-I-I am P-princess T-twilight Sp-parkle, of Equestria." The one in the armor, that apparently came from outer space, grunted.
"Princess of 'Equestria', as in leader of this land?" Twilight, realizing her mistake, shook her head and corrected herself.
"N-no, that's Princess Celestia's and Princess L-luna's job, I just advise Ponyville." The heroes managed to stifle their laughter. John turned to his friends.
"21, help the hurt civvie inside, the elder too if she needs it. 111, police the bodies and put any weapons on the Tram. I'm gonna send this crap up too." He turned to Twilight. "I'll be right back, ma'am." With that, Javan ran inside the house with medical kit in hand, John jogged to the pod and began putting back any toys that he borrowed, and taking a few more (like a certain shocksword he had found on one of this adventures), and Nate was taking the Vipers' weapons (mostly pipe guns and 9mms) and putting them in a pile by the power armor's feet. This activity left most of the Equestrians, including Twilight and her close friends, along with the CMC, to their own devices.
"Are those things... h-humans?" Fluttershy asked, pulling her sweater's collar over her eyes and whimpering. Applejack tried to comfort her.
"Now, it's okay, Shy; Even if these critters are humins, they seem to want to be good neighbors."
"Maybe they need a party to cheer them up!" Pinkie exclaimed, not surprising anyone at all at her choice of words. Rarity huffed, brushing off her dress from the grime of war.
"Whatever they are, they are nothing but brutes." There was a loud but short laugh behind them. They turned to see that '21' character in the doorway, with Big Mac beside him, his arm in a sling.
"Do brutes perform miracles, toots?" 21 asked. Rarity huffed in annoyance again.
"You okay, big brother?" Applebloom asked as she hugged her brother's leg. 21 spoke for him.
"The bullet went straight through his arm, didn't hit any bone," he explained, "Your brother's one lucky bastard; He'll be fine in a few days, should be back to working in about a week. Your gran's okay too, nearly had a heart attack though. Just give her a few calming words and a bottle of booze and she'll be fine." He leaned on the house, a couple of feet away from the happy Apple family and the others, picked up a rock, and started sharpening his machete.
"Where'd you learn that?" Rainbow Dash asked. Javan shrugged.
"Grew up near the Followers of the Apocalypse in the Boneyard, and I'm pretty sure you know where that is." His listeners looked at each other in confusion and panic form the older ones. "Well, seeing that you can get Three Dog all the way from the East Coast, you should be getting the NCR news channels back West." He took off his rebreather, goggles, and pushed his hat back, revealing a Hispanic in his early 20s with black hair and a goatee, with dark brown eyes. A small scar went over his right eyebrow.
"Wait, does that mean you're apart of the NCR?" Twilight asked in slight worry. Javan threw his machete into the dirt blade first, sticking it into the ground and scaring the Equestrians, who had never seen such aggression before about such an issue. Javan stared at the rock with hate, as if it was the cause of his past's pain.
"I was, and it was the biggest mistake of my life," He muttered, just loud enough for 111, who had just gotten done and was walking over, to hear, along with the Equestrians.
"You would've never seen it coming, Javan, we've been over this," He lectured as he propped his musket on the wall, "Hell, we both know I would've made the same mistake." He pulled his bandanna down, put his sunglasses onto his duster's collar, and took off his hat. He was a Caucasian in his early 30s with black hair, brown eyes, and a few small scars on his face.
"That delivery boy still bitching about those bears?" The unnamed figure asked, out of the power armor and with the shocksword on his back behind his backpack. The drop pod was launching off into space behind him, going back to wherever it came from. Twilight noticed that he was still very tall, most likely at Big Mac's eye level. Javan casually offered him his middle finger. "Come on, kid, we've been over this; You can't fix your mistakes in the past, you have to try to prevent them from happening again in the future." Javan nodded and got up, shaking his friend's hand.
"Thanks, 101," He said simply, before pulling out his machete from the ground and sticking it into its sheathe. As that little episode finished itself up, Rarity thought it was a good time to voice her complaints.
"So, you are the leader of this little troop, correct?" John nodded slowly, subtly shifting his stance if things went south. "Well, was it really necessary to kill these things?" The Three Pips were stunned speechless. "you couldn't have talked to them, or just knocked them out, or-"
"Do you have any idea who those people were?" Javan asked, cutting her off, "Those were the Vipers, a nasty raider group back were I come from. And you know what they do? They rape, pillage, and kill the innocent in the worst ways possible; You should be thanking your lucky fucking stars that we were here." Rarity tried to come back, but was cut off by John.
"Quiet, Sally, the grown-ups need to talk," He said, taking a page out of Jericho's book. He turned back to Twilight and gave her the Brotherhood salute. "Sentinel John Gideon, Brotherhood of Steel, East Coast Chapter." The Equestrians were dumbstruck, now realizing they were in the presence of a living legend, while Rarity was downright horrified that she got on his backside. Rainbow was the first to break the silence.
"Y-y-you, y-you're-"
"THE LONE WANDERER!" The CMC yelled, crowding around him. Fortunately, John was used to people surrounding and worship, though that didn't mean he liked it.
"Did you really save Megaton form an atomic bomb?" Sweetie asked.
"What was it like turnin on Project Purity?" Applebloom asked.
"Are you really a cyborg?" Scootaloo asked. John sighed and tore off his right glove, showing his mechanical hand, which now glowed blue in some places thanks to better technology found in the Big MT. While most of them were fascinated by the prosthetic, a few, like Twilight and Fluttershy, felt sad because of the pain this man went through to give the common folk a better life.
"There, you saw my arm," He said as he put the glove back on, "But me and my team are on a mission that could decide the fate of this continent, and it all falls on you, ma'am; Can you take us to this 'Princess' of yours?" Rarity, thinking that she couldn't get into his good graces, decided to dig a deeper hole.
"Say her name with some respect, human, she is the-"
"Until she goes through half the shit I went through, I'll call her whatever I damn well please. Now please, unless you have anything helpful to say, stay out of the way." Rarity was shocked at his language, and was about to retort before she was cut off by Applejack.
"Hey, if you gotta problem with her, you gotta problem with me!" She exclaimed, getting out a length of rope and holding it threateningly.
"Me too!" Rainbow yelled, her loyalty to her friends overcoming her respect forh thought it was a good idea to taunt him into fighting. "Come on! You won't do it!" No sooner had those words left her mouth, Javan and Nate both winced, while a series of visions came into John's mind... visions that he had wanted to never remember.
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Flashback
Capital Wasteland, Project Purity
August 29, 2277
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Liberty Prime snapped the energy field pylons like twain, only staggering from the overload of energy that he had to absorb. As he got up, he took down another vertibird that landed on the platforms of Project Purity with his tesla eye blasts. But the Lone Wanderer didn't pay it any mind. He was too busy mopping up any Enclave soldiers left behind with a plasma rifle he took from a dead enemy, who consequently melted his laser rifle with a well placed shot. Clad in his T-45d power armor, he kicked down the door to Project Purity, grafting the helmets of two surprised Enclave to their skin with two plasma bolts to the face each. Replacing his plasma cartridges, he jogged into the main lobby, clubbing an officer in the back of the head with a fist that caved his skull in. He entered VATS and targeted the turret suspended on the wall, and the heads of the two Enclave encased in X-01T (Tesla) armor, and let out the shots. The turret exploded in a shower of sparks and molten steel, while the Enclave screamed in agony as the steel of their helms fused to their skulls, softening them and melting their brains. As he slammed against the wall before the Rotunda, where the last of the Enclave were hiding, his friends went behind him, reloading their weapons.
"So, what's the plan, kid?" Charon asked as he changed drums on his Terrible Shotgun, taken from a merchant in Evergreen Mills when John performed a highly risky espionage mission inside the raider base.
"I dunno, the usual," He said as he switched his cartridges again, "Get in, fuck shit up, activate the Purifier, then leave."
"If that is the case, there is nothing else to be said, my friend," Fawkes conceded, replacing his fusion core with a fresh one in a pack on his back.
"Then let's get to it," John said eagerly, "Get the door, Charon." The ghoul went on the other side of the door and kicked the locked door open facing the opposite way, quickly turning around and blasting a cowering officer with buckshot, as he was taught when he was an Army Ranger many years ago. Fawkes lit up a power armor toting Enclave soldier with his same weapon, turning him into ash. John took the on the other soldier, throwing the man's plasma rifle out of his hands and stabbing him in the throat in his own knife, forcing it all the way across. He turned to the man in the center, only having a 10mm pistol and a knowing smirk.
"Now, now, Mr. Gideon, I'm sure you are aware that you are horribly outmatched at this point," He said,, "The smartest thing you can do right now is lay down your arms and surrender to the might of America's brave men and women." Charon, knowing the history between the two men, nodded to Fawkes.
"Let's go, Frankenstein, this is John's fight." Fawkes took one last look at his friends, the one who rescued him from his prison, and followed Charon out the door to mop up any Enclave resistance.
"Blow it out your ass, Autumn," John snarled as he launched out of his wanting to kill him with his own hands.
"You have picked the wrong day to try to match up against the greatest country on Earth, terrorist." Autumn shot back as he fired a shot at the Wanderer. The round was sidestepped by him, on a crazed adrenaline rush. He threw his race at the Colonel's hand, piercing his wrist and coming out the other side, staining his white trench coat. He screamed in pain, something that the Wanderer took advantage of. He kicked his enemy in the chest, throwing him into the outer metal of the Project Purity chamber and nearly into the irradiated water below. John picked up the 10mm pistol and aimed it at the Enclave commander, who got himself back upright. Thinking that he was too valuable to be let alive, he raised his arms out in a taunt.
"You think I won't pull the trigger, Autumn? I've ended a lot of corrupt lives already, what's one more?" Autumn chuckled darkly.
"Oh, I know you won't do it," He shot back confidently. Boy was he wrong. John shifted his aim and fired, the round destroying the man's kneecap. He cried in pain as he buckled under the new injury, before he was thrown by his collar, which promptly got torn, and slammed face first into the stone floor, breaking his nose on impact. John, full of rage, crouched over him and started to slam his head into the ground, content with brutally murdering the man. Even as Sarah, Charon, and Fawkes came in, he continued to slam his head over and over and over again, screaming out the top of his lungs. As he began to tire out and stop, he looked at what was left of the Colonel's skull and at then his suit's mech hands. They were covered in a thick layer of blood and brains. He looked to the heavens and screamed in pure regret for this actions. Charon sighed and looked down to the ground, at the point where a tear would've fallen if his eyes weren't as damaged as they were.
"War never changes," He whispered, as John snapped out of his stupor and went into the chamber without his armor, making the ultimate sacrifice to redeem his horrendous actions.
No truer words would ever be spoken.
/
As John came back in reality, his anger topped levels that he hadn't reached in years.
"I hope this won't make negotiations any harder than they will be," John said in cold rage as he waved his team off, telling them indirectly that it was his fight. Still, Javan loaded Lucky and Nate cranked his musket six times, guaranteeing anything that provoked him cremation and a one way ticket to hell. John tore off the glove that covered his cyber arm, going to need it exposed for this fight.
"I don't know," Twilight replied uncertainly, knowing that Celestia wouldn't take attacks on her 'little ponies' lightly. John sighed as he took off his helmet and mask, showing a Caucasian in his early 30s with long black hair, bright green eyes, and a trio of deep scars that ran diagonally across his face, courtesy of a Legendary deathclaw he allowed to get too close in his youth. According to his old friend Dr. Madison Li, he was a (almost) spitting image of his father at his age. Rainbow Dash and Applejack hesitated a little when he took off his head gear.
"What? Now you feel smart, now that you've seen what I look like?" Applejack growled at his words.
"Them's fightin words, you little varmint!" She yelled as she tried to whip him with the length of rope. The action quickly went against her as the Wanderer caught the rope with inhuman reflexes in his robot hand, gripping it like a python. He tugged back with all of his strength, flinging Applejack off her hooves and right in his direction. He stiffed his arm up and she went headlong into it, smacking her skull against it and making a large thud sound, earning a large concussion that would last a week at the minimum. But for now, an all expense paid trip to La-La Land.
"C'mon, little birdie! That it?" He taunted, holding his arms out. That sent Rainbow Dash over the edge, and she zoomed towards him at near top speed, aiming a karate kick at his torso. He leaped abnormally high to avoid it, and after pressing a series of buttons on his cyber arm, started to float in the sky thanks to two rocket booster coming out of the bottoms of his feet. Rainbow Dash couldn't keep in her wonder as she looked upon her opponent's feet in wonder, now coming to realization that she was fighting one of her biggest idols and the deadliest man in the wasteland in one-on-one combat. Before she could voice her regret, a small muzzle popped out of the Wanderer's palm and fired a bright red laser blast at her left wing, purposely missing but still singeing quite a few feathers and blistering the skin beneath from the temperature of the projectile. She screamed in fright and dropped down to the ground, somehow still landing on her feet without serious injury. That didn't last long, as John landed right in front of her and gave her two quick jabs to the face, breaking her nose. He followed it up with a leg sweep that sent her on the ground, and stopped any more resistance by pulling out his knife, Occam's Razor, and placing the flat side against her throat.
"P-please don't kill me," Rainbow said pitifully as she closed her eyes in fear, thinking that she was a second away from becoming another name to the Lone Wanderer's list of kills. She was surprised when she opened her eyes and saw a ghost of a smile on his lips.
"I never had the intention of killing you," He revealed, "You struck a nerve, brought back some memories I wished stayed deep inside, and you simply were on a high horse and needed a lesson of humility." He put his knife back in its sheath. "I've met a lot of people like you, thinking that they were the sharpest tools in the shed. And you know what they got? A bullet in the brain." Rainbow shivered a little at both the fact that she would be a corpse if she was a normal wastelander outside the magical barrier, and the fact that his prosthetic was really damn cold. "Just remember that you aren't everyone's superior just because you're more fit, and be humble, and not like some dumbass Tunnel Snake. And besides, if I wanted to kill you," He lowered his voice to a whisper and he patted the 10mm pistol magnetically attached to his side, "You'd be dead before you realized I was there." Rainbow, while terrified of the last statement, was still thankful that THE Lone Wanderer had given her a second chance.
"Thank you, sir, I won't let you down," She said, shaking his hand again. John chuckled as he pulled out a stimpak, mixed with chemicals his friend Moira Brown put in to accelerate small time injuries and other things.
"I get that too much form the damn Initiates," He said as he injected it right below the idle of her eyes, the serum taking immediate effect and realigning her broken snout in under a matter of seconds, "Just call me John." He turned back to the girls (plus Applejack, who Javan revived and fixed up with another one of Moira's goodies), and saw them slack jawed. "Now then, as I was telling the bird, you are given a clean slate regarding Brotherhood-Equestria affairs on our side, please don't screw this up." He pulled his mask and helmet as a woman's voice called out from the sky.
"Now, what have we here?" Everyone turned and saw two mares with both wings and a horn (both larger than the trio of Brotherhood soldiers had seen on the other ponies so far) descend from the night sky. The taller one had a white coat, sparkling blue, green, purple, and pink hair that defied the laws of gravity, a tiara with a sun on her head, purple eyes, and a white dress. The shorter one had a dark blue coat, blue hair that seemed to be apart of the void of space, blue eyes, a horn and wings, and a black and blue dress.
"Princess Celestia!" Twilight exclaimed as they touched down, giving her a hug that she returned. Even though the princess had just shown she had a soft side, the Brotherhood remained on edge. As Celestia broke the hug, she gave the Brotherhood her undivided attention with narrowed eyes. "Now, what are you humans doing here?" John stepped up, plasma rifle in hand but lowered.
"I'm Sentinel John Gideon of the Brotherhood of Steel Alliance, East Coast Chapter. My brothers here are Star Paladin Javan Ramirez of the Nevada Chapter, and Sentinel Nate Howard of the East Coast Chapter. We have come here to this land because...well, you've gotten the news on the radio, I'm assuming." She had, and she didn't like what she was hearing. While the Brotherhood was more than a match for the NCR in terms of tech and skill, their numbers had created a stalemate of sorts.
"And how do your wasteland affairs have to do with Equestria?" She asked. John pulled out a folder from his backpack and tossed it to her, who caught it with both hands.
"We have only discovered this place's existence because of rumors... from the higher ups of the NCR military." As Celestia read the file, she became increasingly more terrified. Apparently, a few NCR scouts had gotten through the barrier without her knowledge, and even though they never returned, the government had suspected that there was something there. It could have been another stretch of wasteland, but with the war on their side going as it was, they couldn't afford to pass up a chance at gaining the upper hand. It also said that a detachment of the 1st Infantry Battalion, made of the best grunts the NCR had, along with some Rangers in support, had been deployed the week before to find out what was over here. Estimated arrival was... three hours. Celestia knew that nothing she had could stack up to what the NCR was bringing over. She handed her sister the file and looked to the Lone Wanderer.
"I am willing to give you anything in order to combat this threat, Sentinel," She said reluctantly in a tone that no one had ever heard before. John was taken aback by her desperation, but didn't let it show. Not that it was hard, his face was covered up.
"While I would love to crack a few NCR skulls, you don't have anything that we already have five times over, at least from what we've seen." Celestia, and Luna as she finished the file up, looked to the ground in defeat. But even though Twilight had no idea what was going on, she perked up with an idea.
"Do you humans have magic?" The trio was taken aback, as she asked this in complete seriousness.
"Wait, are you for real?" Javan asked, mind blown, "And not just shitty card tricks that nerds show you? As in actual telekins- teil- move things with your mind powers?"
"Telekinesis, Jav'," Nate corrected.
"What, you think these horns were for show?" Celestia joked. John,, however, kept his professional seriousness on the issue.
"I don't exactly have a say in this, my mission is to establish contact with you and your people and tell command down south, though they are making repairs to the long range radio tower right now, and won't be done for the next few days." Twilight was quick to answer.
"Let me see your radio," She told him, "I know the spell that gives our radios their range." While John was reluctant to do so, he tapped his helmet's side, signifying that that is where his radio was. Her horn glowed with a purple aura, and fired a small and quick blast of the same purple magic at his helmet. His HUD washed over with static for a moment, but returned to normal quickly. He went to the radio tab on his Pip-Boy, and keyed the frequency to the McCarran/Prydwen signal. Though it wouldn't normally be available with the repairs going on, it showed up on the screen as obtainable. He turned it on and pressed the button on his helmet.
"Prydwen, this is 101, does anyone copy, over?" He asked. After a few moments, some thumps were heard and the microphone turn on.
"101, this is Prydwen," a different voice than last time replied, the Brotherhood operators identifying it as Lancer Captain Kells. "Not that I'm not relived that your mission is still going strong, but how in the hell are you getting a signal over here?"
"...Magic," John answered meekly, knowing that he wouldn't believe the truth.
"Sure 101," Kells said sarcastically, "Now, what are you making this call home for?"
"I need to talk with the Elder, priority Alpha Sierra Oscar Uncle Dog Charlie." Kells almost immediately left and ran, presumably to get the Elder. After a few moments, Arthur came on.
"Status?" He asked.
"I can confirm that there is a utopian society in this area with abilities to aid us," John replied, "But there are some... complications."
"What kind of complications?" Maxson asked, fearing that they were hostile.
"The NCR 1st, numbnuts, read the damn file." A pause.
"We'll be there in an hour with the new engines," The Elder told him, "I assume that we'll need to home in on your signal?"
"Yes sir, and when you past a certain spot, you may feel some sickness; I would recommend letting P.A.M. take control of the Prydwen during the trip." The Elder was heard giving orders in the background, though they couldn't understand what he was saying.
"Is there anything else, 101? I need to announce our departure t our brothers and sisters out in the field."
"The people here look... different, but I'll mark them as friendly to all Brotherhood personnel."
"How different are we talking about?"
"You'll have to see it to believe, Arthur. I'll see you soon, 101 out." He brought his hand down and readied his plasma rifle. "Well, where is the most likely place they'll come in? We walked into the barrier south of here, and we 'spawned' inside this orchard." He went to his Pip Boy map, which now had a map for Equestria. "And since the NCR will most likely come from the west, they'll probably come in... here." He put a marker on a spot on the map a little north from their position, about five minutes on foot. As the Equestrians saw where the marker was, their hearts plummeted.
"Ponyville..." Twilight whispered.
"Major population center?" John asked. Celestia nodded. "Nate, you have more experience with this kind of situation; take the lead."
"Princess, mobilize the Royal Guard, and get them to Ponyville, we'll meet you there." Javan took point as the three ran out of the orchard, determined to set up a defense of sorts before the NCR got there.
Meanwhile, Maxson was barking out orders on the bridge of the Prydwen to the Paladins and Lancers there.
"I want the Redeemers on the Prydwen now! Scramble any available Vertibirds and tell them to load up with any troops willing to come and follow us; Get as many in the hangar as possible. Get any spare BFCs that are down there and send them up just in case this is a long term deployment! Load up the new plasma weapons for field testing!"
"You wanted me, Elder?" A rough voice asked behind him. Arthur turned around and immediately recognized the person, despite the assault gas mask covering their face. That, and the super mutant behind them in matching armor in its size.
"Charon, Fawkes, glad you could make it," He said with gratitude, "How was the deployment at Redding?"
"It was nothing Reilly's Rangers couldn't handle, sir," Charon replied as he took off his mask, his hand brushing against the four leaf clover under two cutlasses on his combat armor, "God rest her soul."
"I managed to find a holotape... containing the entire library... of West Point," Fawkes said as we gave the holotape to Maxson, his speech getting better every day.
"I'll make sure to get this to Proctor Quinlan," He said as he put it in side coat, "He'll never have leisure time again." He laughed at his own joke; When the Prydwen was in the Commonwealth, he had always complained about 'Running out of materials to study'.
"We going to help the kid?" Charon asked, taking out his new plasma weapon, nicknamed 'The Horrendous Scattergun' by John, and put in new plasma cartridges.
"Yes, Ranger; According to the files that we recovered from Vault City shows that the NCR 1st Infantry Division, along with some mechanized and Ranger support, are headed there. I thought that with the repairs, he and his team would have to deal with it alone, but somehow he got a signal out here. Now we're sticking to the first plan; gaining an advantage over those bears and taking out their best." Another figure walked onto the bridge, their beret a symbol of hate among the Brotherhood.
"Sir, the Redeemers are here and ready for combat," They said, giving the Brotherhood salute. Maxson saluted back.
"Good to hear, Paladin Boone, await further orders." Boone, dressed in a green BoS uniform and lightweight combat armor, grumbled at the use of his rank and walked back to the main deck.
"I don't think he likes that, sir," Charon said, noting the overall 'my wife is dead' feeling from the man. Maxson shrugged it off.
"Ramirez does that to piss him off sometimes, but I use it per protocol," He replied as he walked back up to his observatory deck, the two mutants following him. Recently, a ham radio upgraded with Big MT tech had been placed on a table for any kind of announcements, and this was the second time he had used it. He grabbed the microphone and turned it on.
"Attention, brothers and sisters!" He said, his voice carrying through speakers and intercoms all across the Mojave, "This is High Elder Arthur Maxson, letting you know that the Prydwen is off for new lands, full of opportunities to bring down the NCR! All I ask of those who remain at the front, protecting this land and its people from invasion, is to hold steadfast against any sort of attack as they see this great ship leave. And for those on the Prydwen right now, heading to unknown lands to fight for the protection of people you've never heard of, be strong! You will be a beacon of hope, the protectors against hungry wolves, as shining knights to these people! AD VICTORIAM!"
"AD VICTORIAM!" Every Brotherhood personnel who was listening yelled, their cries being heard throughout the ship. Maxson keyed off the radio and set it back down, turning to the Rangers.
"Dismissed men; Ad victoriam." He gave them the Brotherhood salute. They returned it.
"Ad victoriam, Elder," They replied in unison before turning around and heading to the main deck.
"C'mon Fawkes, I heard MacCready bagged a few fire geckos yesterday," Charon said as they walked out.
"That sounds... appetizing," Fawkes thought out loud as they went through the leading to their food, recently expanded due to the number of super mutants that were deployed on the Prydwen before it went west. Arthur sighed as he clasped his hands behind his back and looked through the glass in front of him. The cable that kept the Prydwen docked at Camp McCarran was let loose by the sniper on the sniper catwalk on the nose and the airship started heading north.
It headed north, right into the history books.
Reilly's Rangers: A Capital Wasteland mercenary group that originally mapped the DC Ruins, they have turned into the recon Special Operations group. Even though Reilly, the founder and leader of the group, was killed by a Talon Company hit squad in 2284, the group is still going strong. The original members now lead the group, and since they are apart of the Brotherhood, ultimately report to Elder Maxson and his Council.
The Redeemers: A volunteer only group of the Brotherhood made up of NCR defectors that left during the Cave-In. While a mixed bag when it comes to roles, they have proven themselves valuable assets during the Battle of Novac, and later the Siege of Camp Golf. Their de facto leader is Paladin (though he doesn't like to be called that) Craig Boone, a former 1st Recon sniper who followed the Courier between his stay at Novac and the 2nd Battle of Hoover Dam. They are found on the battlefield wearing standard Brotherhood gear painted red to show their past mistakes. While most came onboard for revenge, like Boone, some have shown qualities of a model Knight.
Equestrian Royal Guard: Protectors of the princesses and Canterlot, they wield medieval era weapons that they haven't had the chance to use in over seven centuries. Even though vastly inexperienced, they are on par with a Brotherhood Knight in terms of skill. Led by a Captain Shining Armor, they are the first and debatably weakest line of defense for Equestria, the best being the Elements of Harmony.
Brotherhood Fusion Cores: Know as BFCs to most, these are Standard Fusion Cores and upgraded with new technologies from the Big MT by Scribes. They have an estimated battery life of over one hundred years of continuous use, though that hasn't been put to the test. Since they had started to been used, not one has had to be replaced yet.
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