Hey everyone, this is a plot that's been rolling around in my head for a while and I just wanted to see what others think. I know it's a little non canon because of some of the weapons and a few minor changes, but I promise that I won't be changing any of the original story. Also, this will be following my good karma Lone Wanderer Collin. I hope you all enjoy and feel free to leave feed back so that I may improve my writing. Enjoy!

Collin stretched slightly as he walked into A Wing of the Citadel, it was good to be back amongst the Brotherhood after a lengthy trip up to Old Olney. He'd linked up with Knight Sergeant Baker and his squads after getting reports of deathclaws being in the area. The reports had been right, and the group had wound up clearing an entire nest of them from the town. The battle had been costly though, and the squads had lost six men by the end of the battle.

His first stop was Scribe Jameson, who nodded, knowing why he was here. "How many this time?" She asked quietly. He held up the six sets of Holotags and handed them to her.

"Six men, we managed to clear the town completely. An entire nest of deathclaws were in the town." He said as he accepted a few hundred caps from her. She nodded solemnly, then left to add the men to the Codex. Collin walked away and entered the conference room that served as Lyon's briefing room and office. He could see the Elder sitting at his table, reading from a folder of after action reports.

"Knight Sharp reporting, Sir." He said as he came to attention before the older man. Lyons put the folder down and nodded to the man before him, then smiled. Collin may have been young, but he was smart, and was one of the Elders sources of information about the wasteland.

"At ease Knight, tell me, what do you have to report on the Situation in Old Olney?" He said as he pointed to a seat for Collin to sit in. Collin eased back into the chair and removed his helmet.

"Sir, at 0900 today, I linked up with Knight Sergeant Baker and his squads. We moved into Old Olney from the West at 0930. The reports were correct. We found a nest of deathclaws inside the town consisting of 7 regular deathclaws, one Deathclaw Mother, and a Legendary Deathclaw. We managed to clear out the town, but the squads lost six men" Collin said as he looked down slightly.

Lyons let out a sigh, it seemed as though they lost more men every day. He gave the young man a minute, then asked for him to continue.

"We proceeded into the sewers afterwards, they were structurally sound, with only a handful of ghouls inside. The town was ours by 1100, and the Vertibird's arrived at 1130 with reinforcements. Outpost Charlie should be ready to receive settlers and Brotherhood members in a few days." Collin said, a slight smile on his face. It was good that they'd retaken Old Olney. The Brotherhood was growing, and ready to start expanding. Soil samples showed promising signs as well, the soil was regaining its nutrients. It couldn't sustain trees yet, but, with fresh water and fertilizer from Brahmin, garden food was a possibility.

Lyons smiled as well, and was about to speak up when Collin interjected. "We also found some valuable tech in a fallout bunker near Olney. A storage bay held all the things needed for 12 solar panels, along with the details for building wind turbines." He said, holding up a holodisk. The Brotherhood was looking for ways to constantly keep the Citadel powered.

The elder man nodded, it wasn't the weapons schematics they preferred to find, but technology that could help them was better than nothing. "Good, get them to Head Scribe Rothchild. He'll put them to use. Also, he said he'd found some information that you might want to look at. You are dismissed Knight." Lyons said as he went back to reading his report. Collin saluted, then turned and made his way to the Laboratory.

The halls of the Citadel were the same dull grey that they'd always been. The past two centuries hadn't exactly been kind to the building, and most of the paint was peeling away to reveal the concrete underneath. The only change was the fact that they were more crowded now. The Brotherhood's numbers had swelled quickly, they now had an army of two hundred and fifty soldiers, with recruits coming in every day. Collin remembered when the Brotherhood only had around one hundred members, and were struggling against the mutants and the Enclave.

He quickly entered the Lab, it was crowded here as well. The Brotherhood had even gained a few new Scribes from the wasteland, and they were all hard at work rebuilding Liberty Prime. It was easy enough to spot Rothchild, he was standing on a raised platform, overlooking the repairs and discussing it with another scribe.

Collin walked up the platform and looked over the work, they were currently working on the massive robot's chest plate. It had been painted with the symbol of the chapter on its chest plate, and was being reprogrammed to not spout old world propaganda.

"Head Scribe!" Collin called out as he walked up the platform. The older scribe turned and nodded to the Lone Wanderer as he stopped at the platform.

"Ah. Knight Sharp, I've been needing to see you. Could you come with me?" Rothchild said as he walked into one of the many computer rooms that the brotherhood had built up over the years. A pair of scribes were busy working on recovering and archiving data from new computers that were brought in. Collin leaned himself against the wall, relaxing a little as Rothchild gathered the information he needed.

"Before you start Head Scribe, I picked these up out in the wastes." He said as he handed the elder man the data disk with the schematics on it. "It's information on how to build wind turbines and solar panels. We found materials for twelve of the panels out at Old Olney." He told Rothchild, who nodded in confirmation.

"Thank you Knight, but right now we have more pressing matters. We found some information on Vault 101. Which, as I understand it, is where you lived most of your life." He told Collin as he pulled it up on the computer. It was a Vault-Tec office computer, with highly classified information inside it. Collin felt his stomach turn, he'd found out very quickly that the vaults weren't meant to help people survive. Instead, they were experiments commissioned by the old U.S. Government.

"It appears that they designed the Vaults core so that it would eventually begin to leak radiation, not enough to kill at first, but definitely to make people sick and drive them from the vault. If that wasn't enough, one of our patrols around Megaton reported some raiders moving into the old school nearby with high explosives and mining equipment. It appears they may be trying to break into the vault." Rothchild said. With a sigh, Collin eased into one of the chairs nearby and scratched his head.

"Are you sure?" He asked. He'd already had to help Vault 101 once, and he wasn't sure they wanted him to again. He wasn't even sure that Amata ever wanted to see him again. Rothchild nodded, putting a hand on the troubled young man's shoulder.

"Collin, I wouldn't have told you this if I didn't believe my own information. I've cleared it with Elder Lions. He's agreed to allocate two squads to help you clear out the raiders, along with three of the recovered trucks and a Vertibird to help with relocation." The elder told him. Collin sighed again, then stood up.

"Okay. Let me go to Megaton first, I need to repair my rifle and grab some extra stuff. Radio the squads to meet me outside of Megaton in three hours." Collin requested as he placed the helmet back on his head. He stood up and quickly shook the Head Scribes hand, then hurried out of the building. He couldn't believe he would be returning to the Vault like this, ready to fight instead of welcome his friends. This couldn't have happened at a worse time for him either, for winter would be setting in within a few very short months.