Rebuild Capital Wasteland.

Chapter 1 Prologue

He was called the Lone Wanderer, the saviour of capital wasteland. He was now standing from The Jefferson Memorial, the year and half since he escaped from the Vault have changed the Wasteland. The wind of change was in the air. The gigantic turbines pumped out fresh, non-radioactive water into the Basin. It would takes some time before the non radioactive water was gone, but no at least fresh water was not a luxury for the fews, but a right for everyone. But that was not all. For the first time could innocent bystanders scavenge the ruins without a big risk of meeting mutants or other threats.

From the oasis seeds blow up in the wastelands and for the first time you could see grass blooming some places. In a season or two people for the first time would see flowers, this was truly the age of a new era. But it does not mean that there were no problems. Still the slavers of Paradise falls kidnapped random people and sold them. Even though the Pitt had been closed they always found a route to skip them too. Rumors had it that they were co-operating with the slavers, effectively splitting the wasteland into two.

But with the enclave in ruins, the super mutant threat over and a strong Brotherhood, for the first time there was a chance to create a civilization here. And it had already started.

The Brotherhood of Steel had been the De-facto rulers of the former Capital, and they could appreciate the benefits of peace and having a society. Therefore they started patroling the areas around the Mall. In the wasteland there were no place more secure. Unfortunately they were stretched thin. The Brotherhood had tried to arrange patrols around the Mall, but many raiders had slipped behind them and did what they did to innocent people. The good news was that they were starting to be fever and fever of them. After the raping, killing and cannibalism of a family trying to establish themselves in the ruins, the Brotherhood changed their tactics. Three months later and seven raiders camp were gone from the map, primarily the ones that were established in the ruins of the capital.

He took another sip of the beer. One of the few luxury items he had allowed himself to join the last months.

"Elder Lyons is ready" said a voice behind him.

War, War never changes, but with Peace anything could happen. What power was the strongest? He stepped down and went in to the Memorial, the sun slowly rising from the mountains.