This is my very first fanfic, so I hope that you guys like it. Thanks...Ideas/Constructive Criticism are welcome.

I do not own Fallout. All rights belong to Bethesda.

WARNING: EXTREME USE OF PROFANITY.

Author's Note: There will be weaponry from other Fallout games and real world clothing. Vehicles and aircraft from the 1940s to 1975 will be used in this story.

Chapter 1: Past Troubles and Red Tides

Intro

War…war never changes. It's been almost 2 years since the destruction of the Enclave at Adams Air Force Base; the Brotherhood of Steel became the strongest military force in the Capital Wasteland. With the help of the Lone Wanderer, slavery is nonexistent, the raiders have gone into hiding, and the remnants of the super mutants have left D.C. and traveled south.

The Lone Wanderer has made many names for himself, after his many journeys out in the wastes. Now after liberating the Pitt and stopping an alien invasion, his journey to Point Lookout has proven to be his toughest challenge. That is, until a new threat arises.

The Brotherhood is currently engaged in a new war against the Armies of Talon Company. Now with increasing threats from the Brotherhood Outcasts, it's only a matter of time before they make a move to take control of the Capital Wasteland. It's up to the Lone Wanderer to put a stop to Casdin and his Outcasts, but in order to defeat them, he can't do it alone.

Ferryboat: June 7, 2279. 9:30 P.M.

After putting up with all the insane tribals and local cannibals at Point Lookout, there was no force on Earth that would ever get the Lone Wanderer to go back there. He had been traveling for two weeks on the ferry ride back to the Capital Wastes. After he found out from Nadine that it was Tobar the Ferryman who dug into his skull, he used his trench knife to lobotomize the man.

Eric Daniels was a 20-year-old Star-Paladin for the Brotherhood of Steel. Standing at six feet tall, he was muscular with short brown hair, brown eyes and a scar that ran from his forehead down his left eye. His whole life he wanted to be like his father. A scientist, a doctor, just someone that could be beneficial to others. Growing up though, Eric had always been fascinated with military history. He was a soldier at heart. If you took a good look at him you would immediately assume he was this battle-hardened warrior. That didn't stop him from being a compassionate human being, especially to those that were in need of help. Before joining the Brotherhood, he accomplished so much. From the destruction of Paradise Falls to the downfall of the super mutants at the Mall. Eric's equipment consisted of a scoped M16 that he had found at Adams Air Force Base, a 9mm Beretta that his good friend Kodiak had given him, a scoped battle rifle with a bayonet on it, and his trusted blade Jingwei's Shocksword. Though he had the training for it, Eric never wore power armor, his clothing of choice was always black BDUs, (Battle Dress Uniform) an assault pack, and a black army beret.

"We'll be back in D.C. in two days." A voice came from behind Eric.

Eric turned around to see the young redheaded woman whose mother hired him to find. "Thanks Nadine." He said sounding distracted.

"Is everything alright?" Nadine asked.

Eric shook his head while leaning against the rail of the boat. "I don't know, I just got this feeling in my stomach that something isn't right."

"You could just be getting seasick Eric." Nadine pointed out.

Eric shook his head. "If that were the case I would've gotten sick already. No…something's just nagging away at me, telling me that something bad is happening.

Nadine hummed at that. "Why don't you get some sleep. It's late and we've been at sea for a while, maybe that will help."

Eric rubbed a hand over his face and nodded. "Yeah, maybe you're right. Alright I'll get some rest." Eric said wishing her a good night before walking off.

After putting his stuff away in a footlocker, he laid down on the cot thinking about that night he found his mind drifting back to that faithful day. When he returned to Vault 101 to help his closest childhood friend.

Flashback: Megaton, December 13, 2277. 8:43 P.M.

"Good evening sir, welcome home." Wadsworth, Eric's personal robotic butler greeted him as he walked into his home. He wasn't the only one who was happy to see him as his faithful hound Dogmeat ran up to his master.

Eric didn't day anything, he just slowly made his way over to the closest chair and plopped down, burying his hands in his face as he did. This didn't escape Dogmeat's or Wadsworth's attention.

"Is everything alright sir? You seem a bit down. Oh, and your friend Reilly stopped by to dropped off a couple crates. I don't know what's in them, but she wanted me to tell you that you earned them." He got no response from him. Wadsworth looked over to see Eric holding onto Dogmeat and began sobbing. Dogmeat was heartbroken knowing that his master was upset.

Wadsworth sighed and said, "I take it you found your father sir?"

The robot's response caused Eric to look up in surprise. "Yeah, how did you know?"

"Call it intuition…I may be a robot, but some of us can sense things that anyone else could. I know it may not be much, but for what it's worth, I'm truly sorry for your loss." Wadsworth told the young man.

Eric managed to perk up a smile at that, "Thank you Wadsworth."

"Oh, and another thing sir, your radio started going off and there was a message for you. It's from a Ms. Almodovar, it seems to be urgent sir."

He jumped up to his feet, "What? When? Never mind, thanks." Eric dashed up to his room with Dogmeat in follow and activated his radio. He felt a little happy to hear Amata's voice, but grew concerned as he listened to the rest of the message. "Oh shit."

He ran down his stairs over to the crates that Reilly left by his Bobblehead stand and opened the first one to find several different BDUs and assault packs. The second one revealed an assortment of .45 auto submachine guns and .308 battle rifles. After putting on one of the outfits, he left the weapons in the crates and grabbed his marksmen carbine and a silenced 10mm pistol. Eric called for Dogmeat and took off in a dead sprint back to his old home.

Vault 101 Overseers Office, December 13, 2277. 9:21 P.M.

Things had boiled down to a complete standoff between Overseer Alphonse Almodovar and his daughter Amata. The Overseer was accompanied by two of the vault security guards and Allen Mack, while Amata was accompanied by Butch and Christine Kendall.

"How dare you! You insolent little child!" Alphonse furiously yelled at his daughter.

"Do you not realize what you're doing to these people? You've completely lost your mind. You're doing more harm than good by keeping everyone on lockdown!" The enraged daughter shouted back in defense. "Of course, that's always the way you've been, always so selfish to even care about anybody but yourself!" Amata knew she crossed the line when her father grabs a police baton from Officer Wilkins and raises it up to her.

The Overseer had enough of his daughter's backtalk, "That's it, it's time you showed me some respect!" Butch and Christine went for their pistols as Alphonse raised the baton.

'Bang'

Everyone turned around to see a figure in black BDUs, a balaclava, and black helmet. He had fired a round at the ceiling and was now point his weapon at the Overseer.

"Put your weapon down now!" The man ordered coldly.

"How the fuck did you get in here?" Shouted Officer Wilkins as he raised his gun to the unknown assailant, "It doesn't matter now, you're a dead motherfuc-" He didn't have time to prepare for a snarling dog tackling him to the ground. His gun discharged on impact, the bullet ricocheting off the ceiling and into the window overlooking the atrium.

"Hold still Wilkins, I'll shoot it!" Officer Armstrong shouted before getting shot in the kneecap by the unknown assailant. He turned his weapon back to the Overseer who immediately dropped the baton. Alphonse, believing he could persuade the man to stand down, put his diplomatic skills to use.

"I don't know who you are, but…" Alphonse and the rest of the group's jaws practically hit the floor when the unknown man removed his face mask to reveal it was Eric. "H-How?" Alphonse was completely at a loss for words. Amata, Butch, and Christine smiled at the sight of their old friend.

Eric smirked. "What's the matter Alphonse? Aren't you thrilled to see a blast from the past?" Eric realized his dog still had Officer Wilkins pinned and he whistled for him. "Come on Dogmeat, get over here!" The faithful hound obeyed his master and sat down by Eric's feet.

Allen Mack was probably the most furious to see Eric back in the Vault and was about to say something to him, but Eric beat him to it. "Hey Mack! Long time no see. How you been? How's the family? Do you know you're turning purple? I think you've forgotten how to breathe." Eric's sarcastic remarks had angered Mack to no end.

"Fuck you Daniels, I'm gonna make you pay for what you did my son yo-"

Eric's smirk vanished and he wasn't about to let Mack say another word. "I shot Steve because he was nothing more than a murdering bastard. You arrogant fuck!" His tone was subzero.

Allen wasn't about to take that from the worthless trash that had claimed his son's life. He charged at Eric but wasn't fast enough to land a hit. Eric blocked his punch and gave Mack a left uppercut followed by a knee to the gut that caused him to gasp for air. Eric wasn't done there. He picked Mack up by the collar and slammed his right elbow into his jaw breaking 4 teeth. Officer O'Brian walked inside but didn't manage to raise his gun in time as Eric kicked it out of his hand. Dogmeat tackled O'Brian down to the ground locking his jaw around the vault guard's neck to keep him immobilized. After Eric finally gave Mack one more solid punch to his face, he let him fall to the ground and quietly moan in pain. He turned his attention back over to the Overseer.

Eric's glare could've given the toughest of men a heart attack. "You and I need to talk Alphonse. Could everyone else wait outside please?" Butch and Christine ran outside afraid to get in Eric's way, followed by Officer Wilkins helping Officer Armstrong out of the room. Dogmeat released O'Brian and let him drag Allen out of the room.

Amata walked up to Eric with a concerned look on her face, "Eric, what are you going to do?" She asked.

"Don't worry Amata; I just wanna talk with him." He assured her.

"You just wanna talk? That's all?" She asked in disbelief. After witnessing Eric's fight with Mack, Amata was afraid for her father's life.

"That's all." All she did was nod and walked out of the room. Eric closed the door for some privacy and then turned back to Alphonse with a withering stare. "Take a seat! You and I have a lot to talk about." The scared Overseer complied.

30 Minutes Later

Everyone was waiting in the atrium and tensions between the rebels and the civilized residents were rising. Had it not been for members of vault security, the two factions would be in an all-out brawl. Finally, the room went dead silent as the Overseer walked into the room followed by Eric causing several of the residents to gasp at the sight of his return. Eric signaled for Amata to go stand by her father, which caused her to look at him with confusion. He emphasized his point by mouthing "go". She slowly walked over to her dad and stood there looking at Eric like he'd crazy.

Alphonse began, "Amata, everyone, I have an important announcement to make. After having a little chat with our 'guest' here, I've come to a realization that I've made several mistakes. Mistakes that I'm not proud of. I've realized now that I'm no longer fit to be your Overseer." Everyone one in the room was shocked by the news, including Amata. "Furthermore, I'm stepping down and handing the position over to my daughter. Amata, will you please step forward?" Amata did and Alphonse began swearing her in as the new Overseer.

Butch went over by Eric. "I owe you two now." He whispered.

Eric looked at him with a confused look. "For what?"

"Well first of all for saving my mom, and second for saving this vault."

Eric's look turned incredulous. "I didn't know you cared about the vault Butch."

The Tunnel Snake smirked. "I didn't, but now that Amata is overseer, this is my ticket outta this prison." Eric couldn't help but smirk at that.

After it was all said and done everyone in the atrium gave their applause and welcomed Amata as their leader. There were a few who weren't happy with the results, namely the guards and a few loyalists. After a few minutes of disbelief Amata finally found her voice. "Thank you, father. I promise to do my best to lead the vault." She turned to face everyone else. "Now as you all know, I do plan on opening the vault. However, after all the chaos that's been going on, I would like to get the vault back in shape so that we can be prepared for the outside world." Amata turned back to Eric with a serious look, "Eric, I can't even begin to thank you enough for all of your help. None of this would be possible if you hadn't come back."

Eric smiled at her, "Thank you Amata."

She nodded at him and said, "Now for my first order of business as Overseer, I require your help once again Eric." Her tone hadn't changed, she was still being serious.

Eric's expression became equally serious. "Sure, whatever it is, I'd be glad to help out."

"I know that now, and it's good to know you're still willing to help. Which is why it pains me to say this, but many people here still blame you for everything that has happened that night. I'm sorry Eric, but you have to leave the Vault." Amata's voice was trembling when she said that. There were a lot of gasps from the rebels and smiles on the faces of the guards.

Eric and Butch looked at Amata with complete and total disbelief. Eric started to chuckle thinking it was a joke, but when he saw that Amata was dead serious his face went blank. Butch spoke up. "Amata, what are you doing? You're kicking him out of the vault? He just helped us all out and you're gonna exile him for it?"

Amata was shocked that Butch was coming to Eric's Defense. "I'm doing this for the good of the vault Butch."

"For the good of the vault?" Butch snapped. "If it wasn't for him, this vault wouldn't be yours to run. Of all the people in this room, I never thought you would be so heartless, especially to the one person you considered your closest friend!" Eric was even taken aback by Butch defending him.

Before Amata could say anything back a voice rose up from the crowd. "Shut up Butch! That asshole deserves to be kicked out, so good fucking riddance!" To no one's surprise it was Wally Mack that spoke up.

"Fuck you Wally!" Butch spat. "You know what? How about you go cry to your brother like a bitch! Oh wait, you can't because he's dead." Butch was tired of Wally's crap, so he wanted to give him what he deserved.

Being that Wally had his dad's temper; he flat out lost it and made a mad dash for Butch. The security guards tried to stop Wally, but he flew right past them and took a swing at Butch. Luckily, Butch managed to step out the way causing Wally to run into the wall. Butch wasted no time taking advantage of this opportunity and started wailing on Wally, beating his face without mercy and started shouting.

"What's the matter Wally? Can't fight without your brother to defend you?" Dogmeat went into a frenzy of barking.

'I hate being the good guy.' Eric thought. Although he was enjoying Wally's beat down, he intervened, pulling Butch off of him, "Calm down Butch, he ain't worth it." After Butch managed to get control himself, Eric turned back to Amata with a frown on his face. "So that's it then huh? After everything I've done for you, for the vault, you just decide to kick me out. Wow, I'd expect this kind of shit from your father."

Amata was heartbroken when he said that and he could tell. She wanted to speak, but Eric wouldn't let her. "You know what? That's fine, I don't need you." Before she could get her chance to speak, he turned heel and walked out of the atrium with Butch and Dogmeat following behind. Several seconds later, Amata dashed down the hall after Eric

Officer Gomez was watching as the vault door had fully sealed once again. He turned to see Amata standing. "He wanted me to give you a message. He said "Don't ever try and contact him again. Any more problems you have, you're on your own."" Amata was so upset she couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

Outside the vault Eric let Butch take in the sights of the destroyed landscapes. "So where do I go from here?" Butch asked.

"Well, you can go to Rivet City to work as a hairdresser." Eric replied

Butch got angry at that. "I told you, I'm a barber. Got it?!" He spat.

"Whatever I'll take you to Rivet City tomorrow, but tonight, I'm getting piss drunk." Eric said as they started down towards Megaton.

(End of Flashback) Ferryboat: June 8, 2279. 10:00 A.M.

Nadine was sitting in the captain's chair of the ferry taking a puff on a cigarette and enjoying the sun's reflection of the ocean. She felt calm and relaxed.

"NADINE!" Well, she was until she heard Eric scream, causing her to jump out of her seat.

Eric ran up the steps to the top of the boat. "I need to get back to the Citadel FAST!" His face was pale white and he was out of breath. He had all of his gear and equipment on him like he was going to war.

"What the hell for?" She asked.

"The Brotherhood is under attack!" Eric shouted.

"How do you know?" Nadine asked.

Eric activated his pip-boy and tuned into the Brotherhood Emergency Frequency. From what he could tell, it was c.

"This is Brotherhood Outpost Bravo, we are under heavy fire from the Outcasts and an unknown third party. They've already taken out our forward bases near Old Olney and Rockland. Requesting assistance immediately…What's that? INCOMING!" The message was suddenly cut off.

"FUCK!" Eric wasn't waiting around any longer. "We need to get there NOW dammit! He shouted.

"How? The boat is going as fast as it can." Nadine told him.

"What about the motorboat at the back?" Eric asked.

Nadine was confused when he said that. "Motorboat?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're in charge now and you're telling me you didn't know that this termite infested raft has a damn motorboat?" Eric was blistering mad.

"How the hell am I supposed to know? I just got put in charge!" Nadine shouted in her defense.

"Really?" Eric grabbed her wrist and walked her to the back of the ferry to show her a motorboat underneath a tarp. "The hell does that look like to you?" He barked.

"Well excuse me." Nadine snapped at him as he uncovered the boat. It was filled with tubs of turpentine. "Is that supposed to be fuel?" Nadine asked.

"Maybe, let's find o-" Eric was cut off when mists of Nadine's blood splattered across his face. 'What the hell?' Eric thought as he unslung his scoped battle rifle and saw Nadine's body go limp. "NADINE!" He dropped down for cover. Peering over the railing of the boat, his eyes went wide. There was an Outcast Death Squad operating an old Coast Guard patrol boat. Eric wasted no time in aiming down his scope and fired a round at the sniper that shot Nadine, nailing a direct hit.

The Outcast fell over dead as the bullet pierced through his visor. Outcast Commander Jackson was furious, "DAMMIT, Peters, man the .50! Knock that thing out of commission." He ordered his main gunner.

"Yes sir." Without hesitating Peters took control of the gun and fired on the ferry propellers, then the rest of the ferry. After 15 seconds of nonstop fire, the boat was on its last leg.

Eric looked around to see massive chunks of the boat were missing. He tried to stand up but realized wooden shards had cut up his left leg. He made quick work of fixing his leg by injecting a stimpak and wrapping it up in battle dressing. He became more concerned when he saw the motorboat in shambles, "Yep, I'm gonna die."

Jackson started moving the patrol boat towards the ferry, "Prepare to board!" This Death Squad was personally chosen by Protector Casdin to kill the Lone Wanderer. After he found out it was Eric that killed his Outcasts at Bailey's Crossroads, he put the hit out. To make things worse he managed to convince Protector McGraw and Defender Morril to rejoin the Brotherhood. This made it personal. As the Outcasts made their way to the ferry, Eric decided the best plan of action would be to abandon ship.

Without making a sound Eric slipped into the murky ocean water and went for the patrol boat. Peters and a second Outcast boarded the ferry searching it from top to bottom. Unfortunately for them, he was nowhere in sight. "Sir, he's not on here. He must've gone overboard." Peters said to the commander.

"Well then the only thing left to d-GAAGHHH!" Jackson shouted, followed by a splash of water. Eric had pulled the Outcast into the water. Because of his power armor being too heavy, Jackson sank to the bottom of the ocean eventually drowning. Eric then proceeded to the other side of the ferry to get the jump on Peters.

The other Outcast revealed to be a woman as she spoke up. "Jackson?" Eric's face broke out into a sadistic grin as he recognized the woman's voice. It was Defender Morgan. Eric wasn't surprised that she'd be part of an Outcast Death squad that was sent to kill him. Ever since the death of her brother by his hands, she'd been waiting to get her revenge.

As Morgan started peering into the patrol boat, Peters was right on the edge of the ferry looking out into the sea. In a split second, Eric shot up from underneath the filthy water, yanking the Outcast off the boat causing him to suffer the same fate as Jackson. Morgan whipped around at the sound of the splash to find that Peters wasn't there. "Peters?" Morgan asked hesitantly. She started moving forward with caution, "What the fuck is going?" She looked down to where Peters was last standing. All she found was his holotags.

Morgan heard footsteps coming from behind her and turned as fast as she could only to be met with Jingwei's shocksword being jammed into her throat. Blood started to pool out of her mouth and the expression behind her visor became absolute fear. It was right then and there, Morgan knew she was finished. "Say hello to your brother for me bitch!" Eric growled with unimaginable hatred. He then activated the shocksword that sent an electric current through her whole body. The electricity caused the hydraulics in her armor to erupt in flames. Eric pulled the sword out of Morgan's throat and made a run for the patrol boat, leaving her burning body to set the ferry ablaze. After a bit of trial and error, Eric managed to get the boat up and running and he made his way towards the Capital Wasteland. His fight was far from over however.

Eric started the patrol boat's radio, trying to get ahold of the Citadel. "Any station this net, any station this net, this is Star-Paladin Daniels. Does anybody read me, over?" After thirty seconds of static, he switched the frequency to Rivet City. "Any station this net, this is Star-Paladin Daniels. Harkness are you there?"

"Eric? Shit it's good to hear your voice." A reply came through.

Eric was shocked to find out it wasn't Harkness who was talking, "Butch?" What are you doing on the radio? Where's Harkness?" He asked.

"I got a job working for Rivet City Security. Harkness took a team of officers with him to the Purifier. Our radios have been picking up distress beacons from the Brotherhood Outposts at GNR and the Washington Monument." Butch informed him.

"Get ahold of Harkness and let him know I'll meet him at the Purifier." Eric told his friend.

"Got it just gimme one mom-" The radio was cut off as bullets started to peg the patrol boat.

Eric's eyes damn near popped out of his head as he saw two more Outcast patrol boats converging on him. He wasn't going down without a fight. He took control of the machine gun mounted on the control console and unleashed hell on the Outcasts. Eric focused his attention on the main gunners for the boats, hoping he wouldn't have much of a problem dealing with the drivers. He managed to nail a few lucky shots, killing two Outcasts on the first boat, unfortunately things were about to get difficult for him. Eric aimed for the gunners on the second boat, but when he pulled the trigger he heard an all too familiar sound, 'CLICK.' "FUCK!" Eric shouted as he realized the gun had jammed on him. With the 50 cal. out of ammo and his gun jammed, Eric kept making sharp turns, trying his best to avoid the hail of gun fire raining down on the boat. When one of the Outcast boats tried to pivot into him, he made a hard left and was on a collision course with the other boat. With no other options left, he put the boat into full throttle and hoped for the best.

"This is a bad idea!" Eric shouted, keeping his head down under the controls while the Outcasts continued to fire on him. "Whoa, SHIIIIIIIIIT!" He smashed into the boat, crushing the driver and sending Eric flying 10 feet into the air and crashing in the ocean.

While the Outcasts were trying to get back to their feet, Eric's head popped out of the water. Wasting no time, he primed a plasma grenade, tossed it at the Outcasts and dove back in the water. Five seconds later, both boats exploded into a massive fireball, vaporizing one Outcast and sending the other one into the ocean.

The other Outcast patrol boat circled around to see if any of his comrades survived. When he saw no one was alive he reported back to Fort Independence. "Casdin, this is Patrol One, I have an update on the Lone Wanderer." Defender Rockfowl said. The Outcast was eager to let Casdin know that the Lone Wanderer was dead. Unbeknownst to him, Eric silently crawled onto the boat.

Casdin reported back. "Go ahead." Before Rockfowl had a chance to respond, Eric ripped his helmet off and punched the back off his head. "Defender, what's going on?"

Rockfowl whipped around and smirked with glee. "I'm gonna enjoy this." Eric shared the same look the moment he said that.

"Let's go Coco." Eric said, angering the Outcast.

Casdin was still shouting through the radio. "Dammit Defender, get back on the radio!" Rockfowl ignored his commander and raised his fists up to his face. He figured that he had the advantage since he was wearing power armor. That didn't stop Eric from charging at the readied Defender and tackling him down to his back. Eric started off well as he landed six well delivered punches to Rockfowl's face. The tide quickly turned when Rockfowl's used his power armor to his advantage and tossed Eric off of him, leaving him hanging off the edge of the boat. Rockfowl's hands found their way around Eric's neck and started to choke the life out of him.

"Defender Rockfowl, get off your ass and report now!" Casdin's patience was quickly diminishing and started to grow concerned that no one answered him. Desperately gasping for air, Eric reached down into his left combat boot and pulled out a derringer. He pulled back on the hammer, aimed it into the Defender's head, and pulled the trigger. The bullet imbedded itself in the Outcast's skull, extinguishing his life. It took all of Eric's strength to push Rockfowl's body off of him. "Defender Rockfowl pick up the radio NOW!" Casdin shouted again.

After Eric gained the ability to breathe again, he picked up the radio and spoke. "Oh, I'm sorry Casdin, but Defender Coco is taking a bit of a breather at the moment. Don't worry though; he'll get back to you in the next lifetime, along with Morgan and the other Outcasts you were dumb enough to send after me." The tone of Eric's voice was cold enough to freeze the ocean.

Casdin shot back with an equal tone, "All the more reason to hunt you down you arrogant little prick! I promise you that when this is all over, I'm gonna take my time ripping each and every last one of your fucking teeth out you snot nosed bastard! You're finished Wanderer!"

Eric managed to suppress his laughter. "What makes you think the Brotherhood won't march over your pathetic Outcasts? We have better weapons and technology, you don't stand a chance."

Casdin laughed very maniacally and it sent a chill up Eric's spine. "Eric you are a naïve fool. I'll admit, Elder Lyons and his army of traitors may have the better equipment and tech, but it still wasn't enough to stop us."

Eric's heart stopped as Casdin said that. "What do you mean wasn't?"

Casdin couldn't help but chuckle again. "Come now Eric, just because the Brotherhood has the better weapons it doesn't increase their chances for victory. Especially after the reinforcements I managed to obtain!" Casdin said. "My main forces have wiped out the Rockland Outpost, destroyed the GNR Radio Plaza, taken control of the Washington Monument, and are now beginning to overrun the Citadel as we speak. Once the Brotherhood HQ is nothing more than a burning pile of rubble, we'll focus all of our attention on your father's precious purifier."

Eric gritted his teeth as he saw red. "OVER MY DEAD FUCKING BODY!" Eric screamed into the radio. "YOU BETTER BE READY FOR ME CASDIN! YOU WAN'T A WAR? I'LL GIVE YOU A FUCKING WAR!" He was so mad, he was shaking. Before Casdin could give a retort, Eric ripped the radio out and started back for the Capital Wasteland. As he sailed the waters, one question echoed in his mind. 'How the hell did he get reinforcements?'

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. Before anyone asks, I got the M16 and the 9mm berretta's from Fallout Tactics. Plus before everyone starts wondering how the Outcasts got so many troops, you're going to have to read on to find out. So let me know what you thought about the 1st chapter and if there was anything you didn't understand, I'd be happy to answer any questions you may have.