After a short period of time the three men arrived at a cave that the paladin was using as a camp. Inside was a campfire, cooking supplies, bedrolls, a radio, and a few large rocks. Steve and Jason sat down the rocks and Jason took off his helmet to reveal a chiseled face of a Caucasian man with a neatly kempt beard and thick black curly hair. the Paladin exited his power armour in the back of the cave and sat across from them he had grayish black hair, a more bushy beard and a series of small scars going across his face showing he'd been through alot and he wore an orange jumpsuit steve had never seen before. After a dinner of mole rat stew the three men shared their stories. Jason was the first to go
" I grew up in the Mojave Desert by myself my parents weren't in the picture much once I turned 12. I used to sell second grade arms with a trade caravan until I turned 17 then I sold my shop. With the caps I had made, I moved into a place called goodsprings It was an okay place, then I heard of the NCR or the New California Republic. They are the closest thing to a government in the wasteland, anyways they were trying to gain control of hoover dam to produce energy for their cities. well I signed up and eventually became a ranger 'cause of my sharpshooting skills which were useful when patrolling the mojave. I was on my way to the Capital Wasteland on a mission when my vertibird crashed. I wandered around until I wound up in Boston, then I came across your vault getting attacked Steve and I couldn't be a bystander so I went in to rescue whoever I could."
After hearing his story Steve was even more thankful to Jason. up next was steve.
"My family entered the vault years ago when the bombs first fell and we stayed in their eversince. It was okay plenty of food and water until that one faithful day the overseer thought it'd be a good idea to open the vault to the public well it went well for a few years untIl today when you found me Jason, It all happened so fast and I couldn't do anything and now everyone I know is now dead." steve said tearing up a bit.
"hey kid, it's gonna be ok I promise you." Jason said patting him on the back.
Finally Danse was the last one to tell his story.
"I grew up in the capital wasteland which is what's left of DC, scavenging, scraping for the few pieces of scrap I could find to sell. With the few possessions I had to my name I moved to rivet city a settlement made out of an old beached aircraft carrier and opened up a junk stand. One day the Brotherhood of Steel came by on a recruiting sweep. After I saw what the Brotherhood had to offer I signed up and was sent to the commonwealth on a recon mission. we were based out of the old cambridge police station here in the commonwealth until we got overrun by feral ghouls we were getting attacked when a vault dweller like yourself arrived and gave us a hand. We became good friends he helped destroy the institute a shadowy organization that kidnapped people for their own sick experiments that kept everyone living in fear. Then with the help of a local militia called the 'Minutemen' he helped us fight the many enemies we had but for the brotherhood the casualties kept piling up and in a desperate attempt to cut our losses our elder loaded up all of our highest members onto our ship and took of while those on the ground held the enemy back my platoon and I got left behind with a few others my whole platoon was wiped out that day I even watched our ship leave Boston myself. Then I realised the Brotherhood didn't care if I lived so long as their mission did and they were willing to send thousands off to the slaughter to ensure it. After a few years the dweller disappeared and I never knew what happened. I roamed the commonwealth as a hired gun until I came across you two and well you know the rest."
Danse got up and extended his arm out to steve
" We never had a proper introduction, I'm Danse pleasure to make your acquaintance."
steve shook his hand and the three talked for a bit and then went to sleep.