AN: Hello everyone, this is my first submission to this website, so please bear with me on this. I saw the movie Zootopia and fell in love with it, not just because of the message it sent, but also because of the characters and world it created in telling its story, all the while delivering its message in a manner that all could enjoy.

And then my devious little mind asked, "Say, these people don't seem to have a whole lot of downright evil in their society. Sure these people have disagreements and thievery problems and the occasional radical that seeks out to undermine the whole society for the sole reason of finding one group superior to another. What if Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps of the ZPD had to encounter a man from a world in which ultra-violent crimes were a daily routine and dealt with swiftly and brutally?"

And thus this story, where the Sole Survivor of Vault 111 was dropped into this utopian society after having to deal with the Institute.

This chapter is pretty much just establishing who the Sole Survivor is and what they have been through in the past in order to somewhat establish who he is as a character.

Please keep in mind that this is my first attempt in doing so.

Also, please keep in mind that there will be equipment in Nate's arsenal that are parts of mods, after all Fallout is a Bethesda game, and it is a right of passage to mod those until they crash.

So without further ado, please enjoy.

Chapter 1:

Fate is a fickle thing. Everyone can feel its pull dragging us one way or another, and yet no one knows exactly what it has planned for us. Some follow its will and find themselves either regretting their decision, questioning why fate had chosen that specific destiny for them or fulfilled in having accomplished some life goal they didn't even realize they had. Others resist the temptation and choose to carve their own path in defiance of the lure of fate, but perhaps that is what fate had wanted them to do the whole time and knew that that specific individual would never go through with their destiny unless they felt like they weren't.

Looking back, Nate had felt like his fate had been rigged from the start.

Having been brought up in an America that was in a state of perpetual war for the sake of black gold, he had been constantly exposed to the atrocities of war as he had been brought up in the heart of the conflict, Anchorage, Alaska. Having the Chinese breaking down your door in the middle of the sunlit night and executing your family as you hid under a bed, holding your breath just so you might be able to see the next day was enough to drive anyone to desperate acts and question whether their fate had good intentions for them.

Nate did not have time to think on such thoughts.

He could not afford to think about how his family had just died before his very eyes.

America had gotten desperate in repelling the red menace from their shores and was trying everything it could to try and expel communistic influences from their democratic borders. Nate was only 23 and fresh out of Engineering College when he enlisted himself into the army, wanting to ensure that no one would ever have to watch their families die like that ever again. He fought side by side with those who had seen the true atrocities of war, their eyes like pilot lights locked onto the frontlines as they geared up for war, and quite possibly their deaths. From the lowly grunt all the way up to the almost mythic power armor clad soldiers, none were immune to the atrocities of war. All looked as if they had been beaten on a regular basis and had lost more than any one individual should.

But even through it all, they fought on, never once backing down from the challenges that presented themselves to the brave men and women of the US army. Nate never backed down.

Nate was with the American horde as they pushed through the trenches. He watched as the T-51b's destroyed the Chinese compound walls with their portable nuclear weapons. He watched as his commanding officer managed to talk their general into committing seppuku in front of his men and the pressing Americans. He watched as all across the Alaskan frontier, soldiers and civilians alike roared in elation as the Chinese ships retreated from the frigid waters to return to the China mainland.

Nate had watched the end begin.

In his excitement, he had gotten overly eccentric with a lawyer by the name of Nora, a woman who had earned herself a high ranking position amongst the law system of the United States. After a wonder evening under the sky of Alaska in a beautiful snow crusted park, Nora had found herself pregnant, but even though it was unplanned, both she and Nate wouldn't have it any other way.

Retiring from the army with the rewards of being a veteran, Nate and Nora moved to the wonderful commonwealth on the East Coast of the United States, eager to begin a new life away from the stresses and strains of military life in the west. Nora had no trouble acclimating to her new life as a Bostonian and as a mother in a time that would leave most other women envious.

That was what Nate admired about her the most, the thing that made him fall in love with her. No matter the situation, no matter the opposition, she would continue onwards, never once backing down from a challenge and never giving an inch in her pursuits. It was as if she was a personification of America itself, she held onto what she held near and dear to her with an iron grip and would never let go. She would work to improve its condition and make it an item to truly experience.

Within months of arriving in the Commonwealth, she had made a name for herself as a formidable defense attorney, proving innocence where a guilty verdict was almost guaranteed. She was a master at her craft, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat with beautifully crafted sentences and expertly built defenses, she was a force to be reckoned with on the courtroom floor. No other name inspired fear in an opposing lawyer than the name of Nora.

As confident as she was on the field of law, she was surprisingly nervous about becoming a mother. Nate would have found it humorous if he was not in the same situation as she was. He did find it strange, however, that he had seen the worst the world had to offer and she wasn't afraid of any challenge, and yet here they were, fretting about one of the most basic concepts of life: reproduction.

Every minute of every day that wasn't spent in the veteran's office or in a courtroom were spent doing hours upon hours of research on how to raise a child. Nate had hand built a bedroom for the baby they had decided to name Shaun, in memory of a soldier who had save Nate's life. Nora had spent a great deal of time saving up many to, at Nate's request, purchase a Mr. Handy servant robot to care for the house while they were away on business. Though skeptical at first, Nora had grown to appreciate the robotic butler, and he quickly became the unofficial uncle of the household, Codsworth became his name.

Nate and Nora spent so much time preparing for the baby, they were almost shocked when the time finally came, the 9 month waiting period having gone by in a metaphorical flash. The loving couple welcomed Shaun to the world, and both looked forward to raising their son in the land that Nate had fought to keep safe and Nora fought to keep civilized.

As hard as they fought on their respective fronts, they fought even harder in raising their child to be the best that he could become.

Even now, Nate could look back with a smile on his face as he recalled all the times he had read a bedtime story to his sleeping infant son, always reminding him that he was special as he read the colorful pages of the You're S.P.E.C.I.A.L. book he had purchased at request from some of his old college friends. It quickly became his favorite past time to read the book to his son, it helped to put Shaun to sleep even during some of the rougher storms the Commonwealth had to offer and it even helped to put his mind at ease. To have to go through the hell that is war as some nameless grunt, to have something, even a small little book call you special, it was enough to warm anyone's heart on even the coldest of days.

It was the first thing he found in the ruins of his home 200 years later, it somehow managing to survive 200 years of neglect at the hands of mother nature and father time.

Life had been normal for the family unit, Nora had gone out to keep the family afloat with her incredibly lucrative skill set while Nate, along with Codsworth, kept the home-front alive and well with hard work and dedication. They would laugh at the various children's programs that were on television, Nate would purchase the latest issues of Grognak the Barbarian to read, Nora would go out of her way to burn the latest issues of Grognak the Barbarian to stop Nate from 'reading' the material. Everything was going well, they were the picturesque family of the American dream, and they had everything they could have ever wanted.

And then fate decided to step in.

October 23, 2077.

The day humanity died.

It happened so quickly. Nate had barreled the door open and Nora grabbed Shaun and they both booked it to the Vault that was thankfully nearby. They had signed up to join at quite literally the last minute and made their way to the massive vault elevator with nothing but a baby Shaun in Nora's hands and the clothes on their backs. Both the veteran and the lawyer stood in fear on the vault elevator as it descended into the cold hard earth. They had both watched as a nuclear missile detonated on the Commonwealth and began its terrible path of destruction across the world. They had to watch as a single flash of light had set about the destruction of everything they had ever held near and dear to them.

The only thing left of the world above that they had left with them, was their little bundle of joy that Nora still held in her hands. Thought it pained him to have lost everything on the surface, Nate felt confident in his abilities to carve out a new existence underground. As long as his family had survived, he was happy to have lived through the blasts.

Though shaken up, they marched onwards to be decontaminated so they could be allowed true access to the vault's living quarters. Having put on their assigned suits, they all climbed with purpose into the decontamination pods, smiling as the pods closed, signaling the beginning of their new lives.

Only the pods would lead their fates in a different direction.

It only took a few moments before Nate realized that the 'decontamination' pods where in fact Cryogenic freezing pods. He could feel his panic rise as the freezing cold made his mind wander to the Alaskan front. The frigid cold caused him to experience all of the fear he had felt fighting the Chinese back in Anchorage, the non-stop barrage of artillery shells raining down from above ringing in his ears as if it was happening all over again. The oppressive terror of war was resurfacing in his mind once again.

It was nothing compared to having to watch his wife and son go through the same thing.

Nate could do nothing but watch as Nora and Shaun were frozen inside the pods alongside him and the other survivors. They were the last thing he saw before everything went white with frost.

The next thing he saw was the main turning point in his life.

He was forced to watch helplessly as that monster Kellogg murdered Nora and kidnapped his son. Needless to say, Nate was absolutely infuriated.

To go through everything in Anchorage, everything on October 23, and to lose everything once again to some men in hazmat suits while he was trapped behind glass. It was enough to crush most any man.

But Nate was not your ordinary individual, he was a man who was dedicated to his family.

And even though he had to watch his family die twice in his lifespan, he would be damned if that would stop him from finding Shaun, no matter the cost.

Nate had awoken to find a shattered world that lay beyond the impregnable doors of Vault 111, a world that would more than likely never know peace again. A world perpetually at war with itself, down to the very principles that define its existence. Though he was able to recognize the burned out remains of his old neighborhood, if felt as if he had been placed onto an entirely different world, partly because in a sense, he had.

Though this world had claimed so much from him, it had not stolen everything from Nate. He had found some comfort in being able to reunite with his loyal robotic butler, who had waited loyally for the day his master would return to him. Codsworth was the one to break the news that Nate had been gone for over 200 years.

200 years, and to Nate it had felt like 20 minutes.

Having that bombshell dropped on anyone would have anyone wanting to take a seat to take it all in, and reasonably, Nate choose to do so in his old family home. He had wandered from room to room taking in all that it had to offer him after 200 years of neglect before he stopped just inside of Shaun's old room.

By some cruel twisted fate, it looked almost untouched when compared to the rest of the world. The crib, the dresser, even the rug where still in the same places he remembered them being all those years ago. Without even thinking, he walked over and spun the mobile above the crib. Though its speakers had worn out decades before, Nate didn't need to hear it to know the melody it played, it having been etched into his mind after many restless nights.

Not wanting to live in the past too long, Nate turned his head away from the baby crib, and felt his eyes lock onto the book that laid partially concealed underneath the dresser. With a shaky hand, he reached under and pulled out his son's favorite book, You're S.P.E.C.I.A.L. Nate looked at the worn out book for a solid five minutes before he wordlessly pressed the cold, dusty cover to his forehead and closed his eyes, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spring forth.

He had wanted so hard to be a great father, to teach his son how to play catch, how to ride a bike, how to talk to girls, how to hide things from his wife's prying eyes, the typical American dad. It was his dream to be a great father, to watch his son grow up into an even greater man.

But fate had taken all of that away from him, and left him with nothing but his robotic butler and the book he had read to his son at night.

It was at that moment of weakness that Nate resolved himself to track down the man who killed his wife, the man who stole everything from him, the man who took Shaun. Nate would have his revenge.

And then he would find his son.

Standing up from that spot, Nate materialized the book into his PIP-BOY 3000, where he would keep it by his side, through thick and thin. No matter where Nate went, he brought that silly little child's book with him, never once letting it leave his sight or his PIP-BOY.

Through sheer determination, Nate had managed to track down Kellogg, the man who stole his family. He doesn't remember much about the fight, all he remembered clearly were that there were synths, Kellogg was there, and that Nate won.

As a great big 'fuck you' to the man who kidnapped his son, Nate had come draped in Kellogg's old NCR Ranger Combat Armor that he had brought from California as a memento of his grand achievements back west. Nate found it ironic that the last sight Kellogg ever had on Earth was the view of one of his finest memories beating him to death with his own pistol.

Though everything about Kellogg disgusted Nate, he found that the armor he had never worn was rather decent in construction, even though it was 200 year old riot gear. Ancient riot gear or not, anything that could resist most small arms fire was fine in his book, regardless of its prior affiliation.

Nate had decided that he would put the armor to use for its original intent; protecting the people of the United States from those that would threaten it.

Though he had successfully killed the man responsible for his incredible suffering, Nate was still missing one crucial thing from his life; his son Shaun.

Shortly after their arrival, Nate had teamed up with the Brotherhood of Steel in their quest to destroy the Institute. He not only agreed with their quest to destroy the Institute, the very organization that Kellogg had worked for, but also agreed with their fear of the technology they were producing. Both in the Great War and back in Anchorage, he had seen what happens when technology is left to be produced at unrestricted speeds, and he greatly feared a repeat of events.

Nate truly believed that the Brotherhood, while most definitely flawed and not truly saints, were the best hope for the Commonwealth and perhaps the ruins of America.

There were other choices as well to consider, but they all fell short compared to the BOS. The minutemen had their hearts in the right spot but crucially lacked the equipment, skill, and training to compete in a large scale war. The Railroad were masters at espionage and subterfuge, but that alone was not enough to win a war if you didn't have a sufficient ground force to combat the enemy, which they didn't. Furthermore, they were extremely narrow minded in their goal, ultimately out to help synths and not much else.

And after Nate had successfully infiltrated the Institute, they had become a viable option to consider.

It was without debate that the Institute was hands down the most technologically advanced faction to throw its hat into the ring for control of the Commonwealth. Their synths more advanced, their energy weapons more high tech. Hell even their mode of transportation, teleportation, was far more advanced than anything that even the BOS could produce.

And of course the biggest draw towards the institute was the man who led them.

A man they called Father.

But to Nate, his name was Shaun.

Though he was older than his father, Nate was able to believe what he had said when he claimed to be his long lost son. It was as if fate was slapping him in the face one more time. Nate had been hoping to see his son grow up and become a great man. And here he was, older than his actual father and nearing the end of his life.

Nate had never even gotten the chance to play catch with him.

Nate had hoped to see his son become the embodiment of American values, the values that made America one of the greatest and most respected countries on the Earth. He hoped that Shaun would grow up to do truly great things.

Nate was disappointed, not in Shaun, but in himself.

He hadn't been there to guide Shaun in his development as a child. He hadn't been there to teach him about the world in his teenage years. He hadn't been there as a kind of soundboard for his son's ideas when he became a great man.

And it showed.

His son showed a complete lack of empathy, not even reacting that much to his mother's death, though Nate had supposed he had over 60 years to come to terms with the fact that he would never meet his mother. Shaun showed only a mild dislike for the man who killed his mother rather than the seething hatred Nate held, though again he supposed he hadn't remembered his mom fighting to keep him safe in her arms.

But the scariest thing of all to Nate, was how disconnected from the world above Shaun and the rest of the Institute were. Sure, they more than likely held mankind's future above all other interests, but therein lies the problem, above all other interests. If wiping out an entire settlement to make room for a forward operating base to clean the water supply on the surface, so be it. If they had to slaughter a family and replace them with synths to provide an forward listening post to understand the ebb and flow of wasteland society, so be it.

They placed the future of humanity above humanity itself. They didn't care what they did, having the end justify the means.

The same idealistic view Nate had seen firsthand back in Anchorage. It was the same view the Chinese communists had, and they had gunned down his parents in cold blood. Nate didn't doubt for a second that the Institute would do that again and again if it meant good results or a proven hypothesis.

Nate had hoped and prayed to see his son grow into a great man.

Shaun had developed into the head of a monster.

Nate was unbelievably heartbroken to see the last remnants of his true, living and breathing family turned into a monster at the hands of this broken world. He returned through the teleporter he had constructed at the Boston airport for the Brotherhood to see a small crowd around him, waiting to hear about what the Institute was like, their building layout, their security system, and how many there were. Nate simply walked past all of them to sit on one of the many waiting benches that had survived the war, removed his obsidian black combat helmet and face mask, laid his face in his palms and just sat there. Elder Maxson motioned for everyone to stop talking but didn't say a word. He just sat down next to him and placed his hand on Nate's shoulder, there was no rank there, no orders, just one soldier comforting another. It felt good to have that feeling again, not since Anchorage had Nate felt that kind of comfort.

It felt good to be among those he believed in, and felt comforted that they were there for him.

Nate stood up from his sadness, thanked Maxson for what he did, and together he and the rest of the BOS returned to the Prydwen to talk about what he had seen in the Institute. The vast amount of Intel he spoke about was written down on book after book of tactical data that would be used to formulate an attack plan on the Institute, how to disrupt their defenses, and how to ultimately destroy the facility. The last question asked was from Maxson himself, "Who was their leader?"

That question made Nate freeze up. He knew that he had to tell them, the Brotherhood needed all of the Intel they could get in order to come up with an effective strategy against them. Nate looked at Maxson before sadly shaking his head and looking away before finally speaking. "My son. My son is their leader."

All chatter aboard the Prydwen stopped as everyone looked at the infiltrator of the Institute when he said that. Nate looked up at Maxson, got into a proper standing position, making him look like a proper soldier from before the war and repeated himself, "The leader of the Institute is the man by the name of Shaun Fox. He was born before the war, cryogenically frozen, kidnapped by the Institute and raised there as one of their own. His genetic material is the template for all Gen. 3 synths, hence the term that they refer to him by, father."

Nate looked at the comrades that stood around them, the ones in power armor he was unable to read but those that were without power armor he could, and their faces said it all. Unmistakable sadness and anguish. Every unmasked face looked at the Anchorage soldier with looks of pity and sadness as Nate flat out said that his son was leading the enemy. Even Elder Maxson himself held this expression.

Maxson's unbreakable collectiveness was broken as his best operative told him this information. Sure, it told them that the man in charge was willing to do anything to advance the Institute's goals, no matter the cost, but it also told them that fate wasn't done fucking Nate over yet. Maxson shook his head slowly, "Holy shit" was all he said.

At that point, Maxson told Nate that he could sit out the rest of the conflict if he so choose to do so, no one would blame him for doing so. But Nate had a job to do.

The American soldier rose up to defend his nation from a threat that was most certainly foreign.

Nate spearheaded most of the Brotherhood's ops to secure the necessary resources for the inevitable war with the Institute. He braved the glowing sea numerous times to secure the armaments necessary for arming the Brotherhood with the firepower necessary for knocking down the Institute's front door. He performed espionage act after espionage act from within the Institute to cripple their substructures to ensure they were in a weakened state. He grabbed the Beryllium Agitator to power Liberty Prime. He more or less led the charge into the Institute's main base. He had helped to secure a foothold inside the organization.

He had stood over his helpless son as he died before his very eyes.

Nate stood alone in his son's dreadfully cold room as Shaun laid there dying, with a look in his eyes that questioned why his own father had destroyed everything he had worked to create. "Why are you doing this? Don't you see that this is the future? Is this how you always treated your family?!"

Though he couldn't see Nate's face through the face plate of the X-01 power armor he had acquired during one of his expeditions into the glowing sea, Shaun could tell that that last comment hit him hard. Nate didn't say a word, instead pulling up a chair and sitting next to the bedside of his son's deathbed, uncaring to the sounds of the war that waged around them as the Brotherhood methodically swept through every nook and cranny to eliminate the Institute and purge its evil from the world. Nate paid it no mind, instead slowly running his armored hand through his son's graying hair, softly crying underneath his helmet.

Nate shook his head, "No son, this is not. This is not the future, this is the past. You lost sight of what's truly important, saving people, not the future. Mindlessly following the will of the future is what got the world in this situation in the first place. I saw it happen with my own eyes. I saw as scientists created abominations for the sake of winning a war we all knew wasn't going to end so easily. I saw them run experiments on the very same people they swore to protect. I saw as humanity shot itself in the foot before those bombs ever dropped."

Shaun scoffed, "And following that Brotherhood cult is any better. They horde technology as if they were collecting holy texts from a bygone era. They don't care for the future, they only care about their old world blues and preserving the past. They have no view for the future, only the past."

"No, they don't. They've seen the horrors your synths have unleashed upon the Commonwealth, and rightfully so, have chosen to stop you no matter the cost. I have chosen to stop you. You only see the results on a field report, you don't have to see the people of the Commonwealth losing faith in their fellow man. For fuck's sake, I watched a man murder his own brother based solely on the fact that he MIGHT be a synth. This isn't right Shaun. You weren't there to see as technology ripped everything I loved about this world from me. I had to watch as unleashed ambitions destroyed everything and left nothing but a soulless husk for us to try and scrape out a meager existence. All because someone didn't ask the right people to stop. We're not afraid of technology, we're afraid of what it might do if left unchecked. I'm not doing this to hurt you, I'm doing this to save you."

Nate was practically begging with Shaun at this point, to no avail as Shaun merely turned his head to the side away from his father, already having made up his mind on the whole situation. Nate just sighed and stood up and began to walk out of his son's room, about to join back up with Maxson and the rest of the assault force. But before he had taken more than five steps, he felt himself stop and think back to those stormy days where he would read that special book to his son. He stopped and looked at his inventory, seeing all of the various weapons and tools of the trade he had acquired over his time in the Commonwealth. Under one of the tabs buried beneath a mountain of reports and Intel files, there was the book he had held throughout all of his expeditions, the very book he would read when things ever he thought things were getting too tough to continue on. He materialized the book in his hands, the small book being dwarfed by the massive armored gauntlets it now rested in. He silently thumbed through the pages, not having to read the actual pages as he had remembered the words by heart ages beforehand.

Nate silently turned around and handed the book towards his son. Shaun merely looked at the book quizzically before looking at his father, an unspoken question gracing his looks.

"I want you to have this Shaun. It's the book I used to read to you as a baby. It was your favorite."

Shaun merely glared at him.

"Please Shaun. Please take it."

Nate was begging at this point, he was truly praying that some part of his parenting had manifested somewhere in the mind of his son, even if it was subconscious and not truly recognized. Nate's silent prayer was answered as Shaun took the book and opened the worn cover to look at the equally worn pages held within. Nate watched as Shaun silently read the book, tears streaming down his eyes as he read the book he hadn't seen since before he was one.

Without even thinking about it, Nate reached over and gently hugged the dying man, not caring if he tried something to harm him, he wouldn't blame it. Nate gently patted his son's shoulder, feeling his son returning the gesture brought a ghost of a smile to his face. Nate gently whispered in his son's ear, "You're special, son." He removed himself from the hug and just looked at the man on his deathbed, who simply stared back.

Nate knew it was about time for him to regroup with the assault force for the final assault on the reactor core of the facility, so he decided to say goodbye to his son.

Nate wordlessly materialized the revolver that had claimed his wife's life, the revolver he had yanked out of Kellogg's grasp to deliver the final killing shot and aimed the lethal .44 at his son's head. Nate didn't want Shaun to die again to a nuclear explosion, if he was going to die again, Nate wanted it to be truly painless, Nate didn't want his son to be left alone in the cold hard ground like he had for 200 years, left with nothing but his own thoughts in his final moments. He wanted Shaun to at least to have the dignity to die near his family, and to Nate, this was the only way.

Nate wordlessly cocked the hammer back on the revolver, the clicking sound being much louder to him at that very moment.

"Goodbye Shaun."

Shaun smiled and closed his eyes, holding the small children's book to his heart, "Bye dad."

Then Nate pulled the trigger.

The rest of the fight was a blur to Nate. He and the Brotherhood successfully fought their way to the reactor and successfully planted the device on the main casing of the reactor core. They had managed to grab a handful of technical documents that would be useful in uncovering the secrets of the Institute. After that, they had made their way to the teleportation hub and arrived on a veranda overlooking the old CIT ruins. He had watched as his hand descended upon the detonate button and watched behind tinted glasses as the weapons that had torn the world apart tore his son's life work apart in the flash of searing heat. He and his comrades watched as the CIT ruins crumbled onto themselves under the torrent of immense pressure waves emanating from nuclear hellfire.

They had stared not only at the carnage they had unleashed for the sake of humanity, but more than that, they were looking at the man who had more or less led them to victory. Nate stood there perched against the railing, mindlessly looking at the fires that now marked his son's gravestone. All of his life's actions, everything he had ever done, all he sacrificed had led to this moment.

Nate had to watch his family die two times only to have to kill them one last time. All of his sacrifices and he had next to nothing to show for it. He looked over his shoulder towards the Power Armored soldiers that stood around him, looking at him. Though he couldn't see their faces, he could tell every single one of them was looking at him with admiration for what he had done for them, every single one of them standing proud in the presence of a true American war hero. They were proud to stand by the side of the man who had survived three wars, including one that had claimed the fate of the world.

And Nate had looked back at them, and for a split second, he could have sworn that he saw American stars where there were Brotherhood insignias. Nate felt a small glimmer of hope as he thought about all of the sacrifices they had made to get to this point. These men and women were willing to fight and die to combat evil, no matter what form it takes on, just as his old American comrades had done all of those years ago in the snow fields of Alaska. Nate saw in them a hope for the future, a hope for a better world.

And Nate would fight without hesitation to create that world, so that his fellow man would never have to worry about the hells of the wasteland ever again.

Nate and his comrades returned to the Prydwen, where Elder Maxson announced to the entirety of the Brotherhood of Steel that they had achieved victory over the Institute and announced Nate's promotion to Sentinel, essentially the second in command of the Brotherhood of Steel, at least in this particular chapter of the BOS. Maxson and Nate stood proudly as they stood dominant in the Commonwealth, a force for the betterment of all mankind, no matter the sacrifice or cost. Brave men and women willing to fight the scoundrel and scum of the earth so that someone else may have a brighter future.

Nate stood side by side with his commander as they looked out across the Commonwealth, watching as a pair of Vertibirds flew off to aid in the distress of those who lived there. And for the first time in over 200 years, Nate Fox felt as if he was complete, as if it was all over, that he had finally come out on top, that he had finally vanquished his inner demons that had manifested what seemed like a life time ago in the frozen pods of Vault 111. Nate felt as if fate was finally done with him.

But fate is a fickle thing.

AN: And that's chapter one, and absolutely no Zootopia whatsoever. That will show up either next chapter or at the very latest that chapter after that.

And I decided to make Nate an engineering graduate because that is one of the only explanations I could think of to explain why he is able to build so many things.

Thank you for reading, I will see you all next time.

-Alpha 001.