*6 hours earlier*
“Paladin Fiore,” Elder Wolff proclaimed, “On behalf of the Vancouver Chapter of The Brotherhood of Steel, for your acts of bravery and self sacrifice in the battles past, I hereby bestow upon you the title of Sentinel. This rank has only been used in our records once, and is a great honor.”
“Thank you, Father Wolff.” Said Patricia, kneeling.
“You may rise.” Patricia slowly rose to her feet, still looking down. Then once she was up completely, she raised her head. “You will be put in command of your own elite strike force: The Wolf’s Pack. Your squad shall consist of Knight Peterson, ranged weapon expert, Paladin Buck, heavy weapons and demolitions, Knight Captain Anderson, supply and medic, and last, but not least, Initiate Heron, reconnaissance.”
“Yes, Sir. What is our first mission?”
“There is a building to the West of our base. We have reports that there is an archive of information there. We would send our Scribes, but I fear that this mission may require firepower. I chose you to lead this, due to your earlier exploits, and that you have extensive knowledge of technology and are able to recover and preserve it better than most of our Scribes could ever hope to.”
“When shall we leave, Father?”
“As soon as you can. Go and meet your new team, they’re in the barracks already. You have your own quarters now, and may do with it as you wish. Anderson can get your gear from the armory, and then you must go as soon as possible. The technology you acquire may be used to create new weapons and armor and we cannot let anyone else get to it before us.”
“Understood, Sir.” Patricia saluted the Elder, and turned to leave the main chamber.
10 minutes later, Patricia arrived at her squad’s barracks. They all stood from their bunks and saluted her.
“At ease. Now, I suspect that you have all been briefed on our mission?”
“Yes, Sir.” The squad replied in unison.
“Okay, first off, I’ve never been one for being treated as a superior. Be as candid as you want. If you wish, I will be the same with you. Now, Heron, do you know what your job is?”
“Yes, Si-.... Yes. I’m doing recon, am I not?”
“That’s correct. Anderson?”
“I’m supplies and medic. But just a heads up, I barely passed my medic’s test, and I guess they didn’t review my score. So I’ll do my best, but I can’t guarantee anything.” She hinted at shamefulness, but did not show it.
“That’s fine. Does anyone else have medical training?”
“I do.” Answered Peterson. “But if I’m using my sniper, and we’re pinned down… Not much I can do in that situation.”
“Understood.”
“And I’m heavy weapons and demo ops, Sir.” Buck piped up. “And before you say it, I would prefer to call you sir.”
“Alright then. You all know what’s going on, you know your roles, so let’s get to the armory and get geared up.”
Wolf’s Pack double timed it down the long corridors of the compound. Half of it was underground and the other was above. The above grounds were for training only. The underground corridors housed the barracks, the main chamber where they would perform ceremonies and where the Elder and Head Knights and Paladins slept, the laboratory, and the armory.
Midway to the armory, Heron jogged up to Patricia to speak to her.
“Permission to speak freely?” He asked as quietly as possible. He already knew the answer, but wanted to keep it formal, as a sign of respect.
YOU ARE READING
Fallout: Origins
Science FictionWhile on a routine scouting mission, the lives of two soldiers of different factions collide. Michael, who works with the infamous Enclave and his squad, known by the callsign Omega, meet Patricia, a Sentinel of the Brotherhood of Steel and her squa...
