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Chapter 1

Four years . . . Four long years had passed since the Battle of the Jefferson Memorial, one year since the Second Battle for Hoover Dam. The Enclave now on the run as the Brotherhood of Steel pushed further and further out of the Capital Wastelands, and both the Legion and NCR drawing back into their respective territories as New Vegas grew stronger and allied with the East Coast chapter of the BoS. Reaching the Pitt once more, as well as Point Lookout and out to the NCR as these two forces focused on trying to rebuild old infrastructure. Clearing the mutants from the husk of civilization, using the Punga fruit as a radiation cleaner to purify soil for farming and the steel mills of the Pitt to produce numerous weapons, ammunition, Robots and other Electronics, and even armor as clean as before the Great War. The Purifier pumping hundreds of gallons of fresh water by the minute from the ocean before being sent out to settlements. Water traders making a mint from the shipping of pure water far to the West, making a prime target for raiders to try and take for themselves.

Leading this revitalization in the East Coast was one man, one simple Wanderer that was sickened by the death and despair that gripped the hearts and minds of the people that remained on the Earth. His will to change the world and help those that couldn't stand on their own kept him alive, driving him after he lost his Father at the place of his birth and hope for the entire wastelands; The Jefferson Purifier. Eventually he turned westward before the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, being drawn into the conflict as a simple Courier. Being groomed by the head of New Vegas, Robert House, to be his new Second in Command after his first betrayed him.

Though tensions between Mr. House and the Elder of the BoS forces are great, both are calmed and focused on a greater concern thanks to the Lone Wanderer . . .Courier . . . Jonathan Cole. With these new resources from New Vegas, the Pitt, and D.C. they founded a new nation, the Union of New America. This new nation is set on protecting the small settlements with the East Coast BoS forces cutting through the Wild Wastes and protecting key resources and trade locations with Mr. House reigniting the Old World industries and trade as well as his robots policing settlements. Slowly choking the life from Raiders and Slavers as their influence expanded, new and hopeful Settlers and Tribals willing to reform and find a new way of life in the growing nation work for a brighter future once again.

As they continued to toil away and rebuild, Cole vanished from the world. Making the Brotherhood and even Mr. House to become worried for what became of the man that helped to progress in building a far better life than the last 200 years offered since before the Great War. Tension only raising between the Bos and House as time passes, many questioning whether this new nation could survive without the combined words of both House and Cole to pacify the more demanding peoples of the Wastes. For Cole was both the Brotherhood and the people of the Wastes, the mind of a man intent of building a better world with the will and drive to do what was necessary to bridge the gap between the Brotherhood and House.

Nothing, that was all he could see or feel. Surrounded by nothing but a dark void, then he saw a bright light and his eyes snapped open. Finding himself laying on hard slippery rocks, the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Giving a loud groan he pushed himself up, his muscles throbbing in pain as he stood. Gripping his side as he looked around, seeing he was on a single barren island. To his right was a set of stairs leading up to a large Lighthouse like building towering over him, the light at the top running. Telling him there either where people that lived on this forsaken Isle, or the Pre-War tech still held up against the wind and waves.

Still holding his side he brought up his Pip-Boy, the screen flickering to life. Already shown a unfamiliar Quest Log. 'On to Rapture' 'Land on Isle and enter the Lighthouse' Where all he could see, every other quest was wiped clean from his Pip Boy. Curious he flipped through his map to see he was nowhere near the main lands, almost out in the middle of the ocean. Flipping back to go to the radio he stopped, seeing one Holo-Tape in his Notes. His eyes narrowing as he looked at the tape, this place was strange and the fact that someone had messed with his Pip Boy like Elijah was never something he loved, especially when he was being used like a puppet.

Tentatively he hit play on the solo Holo-Tape, 'A Preemptive Reminder'. The tape crackled for a second before he heard a voice, clearly female. "Likely he will suffer from lost of memory from his transition like the others." She says, the sound of a man could be heard, but he couldn't make out what he was saying. "Indeed, which is why we should leave this Holo-Tape to help him remember the agreement." Once again the male talked, and he couldn't make out anything he was saying. "Oh? It's already begun to record? Interesting, must be an automatic system once the tape is inserted. Back to the matter at hand. Mr Cole, as we agreed we have helped you arrive on the Isle to the city of Rapture. If you are confused that is understandable, considering the transition isn't something most can make. But your job is to find a certain girl and bring her back to the surface, her name is Elizabeth, and she's being held deep within the city by one of the factions vying for control. It may sound simple but it will be anything but, you'll see for yourself once you enter the city. Be warned, they aren't ones to accept many from the surface, and you'll need some different clothes if you'll wish to remain relatively unnoticed."

Cole raised an eyebrow, he didn't remember accepting a new job, he was more focused on making the alliance between Mr. House and the East Coast BoS to just go out and explore the wastes. Only times he did now where to investigate high priority incidents like the disappearance of entire settlements or help push out a large collection of Slavers and Raiders that remained. If he did take this job, then there would've had to been something that would've caught his interest and help restore the water and soil to Pre water quality. The fact he couldn't remember anything about it was disturbing, before he could at least remember the fact a trap had been sprung and stole him away to an entirely different place. He needed to be careful here, but he didn't have a way off this Island. So he had no other choice but to go through with it and see this 'Rapture' for himself.

Giving another heavy sigh as he switched to his notes, like the Quest the only thing he could see was a single picture of a girl wearing a Pre War dress, long dark hair but he couldn't tell the colour from the screen. He'd have to go by face and name alone till he actually found her. Switching to his Inventory he looked at his equipment, seeing his Elite Riot Gear and Winterized T-51B Power Armor, as well as a tan shirt and brown vest with grey pants and shoes and a formal suit that looked like a male version of what the Pre-War Actress Vera Keyes once wore. Dark red overcoat, pants and shoes with a red vest and bow tie over a white shirt under it all. It was strange to see but he wouldn't pass it up.

Content with his gear he looked up and saw a large set of stairs leading up to the lighthouse, slick from the rain but his only choice as he started to make his way up. The rain growing heavier and heavier with each passing second, eventually blurring his vision if not for the lamps lining the path up. REaching the door and placing a hand on the brass he felt the cold metal on his exposed fingers as he pushed the massive door open. Hearing a low creak as he forced the rusted hinges to move, the entire room beyond was pitch black, not a thing to be seen.

Stepping inside he didn't make it a few steps in before the door began to close, slamming behind him as he is enveloped by the darkness. A moment later lights on each side of him began to light up, showing the massive statue of a man's torso and head behind a banner. The words reading 'NO GODS OR KINGS, ONLY MAN.' The banner and statue seemed to be still new, though some of the light where dead or blew a few seconds later. All lights leading down two sets of stairs that connected together at the bottom. Following down he sees them join into a small chamber under the statue, the walls with a circular emblem like seal. One for Industry, one for Art, one for Science, and one baring a simple R. All of them surrounding a large spere bobbing on water with a small bridge leading in. Seeing there was nothing else he moved closer.

The sphere looked to be made of a brass like material, the entire body looking like it was it was fresh off the production line. A single large light off to the left side of the front and a smaller one of the right, a door with thick glass for the only porthole where the only things he could see on the surface of this submarine like pod. Inside where two padded benches and a single lever between them. Giving a shrug he stepped in, grasping the lever and pulling down. A second later he heard a groan of metal and the pod lurched, the door shutting behind him before the pod dropped into the pool of water below. The sudden drop knocked him fall back, landing on on of the benches as the pod slowly sink down deeper and deeper into the dark depths below.

As it sank deeper and deeper a small screen like Mr. Brotch in his old classroom. A projector firing up. 'Fire at your Fingertips' 'INCINERATE' 'Plasmids by Ryan Industries' It read, showing a man lighting a woman's cigarette with a small flame dancing from his finger. The next second the picture changed, showing a man in a business suit, holding a pipe in one hand. "I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question: Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?" The film asked, changing to a picture of a Pre-War farmer wiping his forehead with a sturdy barn and windmill in the background. "No, says the man in Washington. It belongs to the Poor."The film continued, changing to the Capitol Building in D.C. as a massive bird attacked the man. "No, says the man in the Vatican. It belongs to God." The picture changed again, showing a giant hand stretching out of the clouds down, seeming to be grabbing the man. "No, says the man in Moscow. It belongs to Everyone." The picture changed to show a Hammer and Sickle looming over the farmer now before flashing back to Ryan. "I reject those answers. Instead I chose something different. I chose the Impossible. I chose . . . Rapture."

As the man finished his words the screen pulled down, showing a massive Pre-War city under the waves. Seemingly untouched by the Great War, the lights on and in every building as bright as any on the Strip as sea creatures swam and every building. Some simple fish, some what looked like Mirelurks on top of a building, looking around before a massive hulking form encased in metal with a drill for a arm stomped up to it, slamming the drill into its back as blood mixed with the water. "A city where the Artist would not fear the censor. Where the Scientist would not be bound by petty morality. Where the Great would not be contained by the Small. And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become you city as well."

As Mr. Ryan finished his words he heard a radio transmission on his Pip-Boy. "We have an unregistered Bathysphere from the Surface. Send a few officers to meet it and see who the hell got that thing working."