(Sarah) The wasteland was eerily quiet. And then Elder Lyons voice boomed among those present in the Citadel.
"Brothers, Sisters, it has been a long, hard road to get here but our mission is far from over. With the loss of Liberty Prime came new intel. Scribe Rothchild is working on our new trump card against the Enclave. For most of you these next few weeks will stay the same as thy have been, taking over Enclave camps and getting the tech from them, but for two people these next few weeks will be different.
Sentinel Sarah Lyons, your task is to aid Scribe Rothchild, personally and singlehandedly, to create this weapon to take against the Enclave.
Knight Ally Beckett, you will be going to the pre-war amusement park and island known as Point Lookout. No doubt will it be perilous and a long task, but I know you will succeed.
To the rest of you, you will be divided into squads following the rest of the Pride. Your specialties in combat will decide who you follow in your missions.
Finally to the new batch of Initiates I say, do not worry about missing this battle, or the next. You will some. Ad Victoriam!"
The shout in reply could be heard for a long distance.
"Sentinel, good luck." came Allys voice from behind me.
"Same to you Knight." I replied. A recently promoted Knight walked over to me and shook my hand.
"Good luck Sentinel. Its an honour to have met you. Ad Victoriam." the man was holding his helmet at his side, so I could see his face. It had a layer of dirt and some scarring, a small amount of stubble surrounded his lips and his black hair seemed well groomed for a waster-turned-knight.
"Thank you Knight. I look forward to serving alongside you." I replied, smiling at him, undr my helmet.
"Please, I prefer to go by my name. Call me Danse."
"Alright Danse. Ad Victoriam." we both saluted and he went to find his squad for the coming weeks. Ally nodded at me and began walking back to the Den, probably for some supplies.
I waited to get to talk to my father about Allys mission.
(Ally) I sit down beside my T-51b Power Armour and groan loudly. I couldn't pull up shit about Point Lookout. Hell it might not even freaking exist for all I know! But no! I had to get that invite letter that Rothchild wouldn't even let me look at. And now look at me. Barely awake for a day and I'm being sent on, apparently, a few months of an expedition while Sarah and the rest of the Brotherhood have a few weeks of work before going back to normality.
I just want a real rest for once... but, as I get up and finally gather up the supplies I'm bringing, I realise that I am a great asset the Brotherhood. I have been hugely loyal, people think I'm dead and few people know of my rank. I could infiltrate potential enemy group! But... instead I'm going to a dead island full of... I don't even know what, poison and ghouls and rads?
Maybe I should to to Rivet City and talk to Madison about it? She is a family friend and almost like a mother figure. Almost.
Its decided! I'm going to Rivet City, talking to Li, help anyone I can, maybe even that... android hunter dude? I'm not sure, I didn't hear the full conversation. Anyways, after helping out in the broken airship I'll return to the Citadel for my last night before heading out. The T-45d Rothchild said I should use will be ready by then. All that would be left is... saying goodbye... I don't know how I will...