Wandering.

That's all he ever does, now.

The Lone Wanderer, they call him.

Some know his as a hero.

Few would dare go so far as to say Messiah.

But he knew what he truly was.

He was a man.

Just like everyone else.

Like every one he had killed.

Every one he had passed.

Every one he had helped.

Just like them, he was just a man.

They didn't see him just as that, though.

They saw him as a legend.

He had brought back clean, un-irradiated water to the Capital Wasteland. Gave a healthy source of life back to the people who had given up on ever even trying to find it. But he knew that it wasn't just because of him. He knew that it was the work of his father, his mother, and everyone they had known that had been able to bring this gift to all. Just like his mother's favorite passage. Revelations, 21:6. Of course he remembered it, it was almost all his father would talk about when referring to her. Up until the day he returned to her, trying to save Project Purity. Yet another thing the people of the Capital Waste thought he was responsible for. The last thing they remembered of him before his death.

Even after he came back.

After absorbing more radiation than any Human, Ghoul, or possibly even Super Mutant, should be able to live through, the Lone Wanderer managed to pull through after two weeks, and brought back with him, a wave of justice over the Wasteland. Just when they had thought that their last light of hope was about to be smothered in the dark dampness of oppression, lead by the Enclave, he had managed to pull through impossible odds, and wipe out a massive majority of Enclave from the Capital Wasteland. With their operations spread thin, their main vehicles being under the control of their enemies, the Brotherhood of Steel, and their greatest foe returning from Death itself, the Enclave had retreated back to one final stand in the Wasteland.

And that's where this man was wandering to. His final mission. One last stand for the Enclave in the East Coast, and hopefully, the last time he would ever needed to be called back into action.

Before the Lone Wanderer could complete his final task, however, he made a stop in a place he knew as a new home, Megaton. He checked his gear and emptied out his duffel bag before stacking up on only the weapons he'd need, around 100 Stimpacks, 20 Radaways, and all of the ammo he had ever gathered in his wandering days. On him now, was a .44 Magnum Revolver with a Scope, a 10mm Pistol, the same one he had from Vault 101, a Power Fist, a Hunting Rifle, a Sawed-Off Shotgun, an Auto-Axe from the Pitt, and the Tesla Cannon, gifted to him by the Brotherhood of Steel. As he rounded up the last of his ammo, he recounted the promise he made to the fair people of the Wasteland before donning his Sheriff's Stetson. Not much good against Plasma weapons, but with a shred of hope in his heart, a song on his Pip-Boy 3000, and his Companion, Dogmeat, at his side, the Wanderer set off on his last journey: to end the Enclave threat once and for all.

Little did he know, that this would truly be his final days in the Capital Wasteland.

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The Enclave didn't even put up a fight.

That was the first thing that the Wanderer noticed when he began to go through the facility.

The building they were residing in was one from the Pre-War era, being nearly crumbled to bits above the surface, so far out of the regular Wasteland that he regretted not taking a Vertibird. Underneath the surface, however, was a massive sprawl of computers and screens, untouched by the apocalypse merely five meters above it. They were all beeping and whirring about, processing data and crunching numbers at great speeds. The entire place was about five levels in total, and had been completely cleaned out, somehow. The Wanderer went up to a computer monitor and found a Plasma Pistol, completely disassembled. He held it up to Dogmeat, who gave a few sniffs before making a small whimpering sound.

"So, I see you've made it." A feminine voice called out behind the two.

The Wanderer drew his Magnum and pointed it square at the source of the voice, only to lower it when he saw the familiar face.

"Damn it, Lyons. Don't do that." The Wanderer sighed as he holstered his sidearm.

The Power Armor clad Sentinel merely crossed her arms and smirked.

"You know you missed me, Jason."

Yes, only a few knew the Wanderer's true name: Jason. At that, he smiled as well.

"Well, we've got some good news, at least. Enclave's abandoned this entire place. No life signs anywhere on my Pip-Boy, and Dogmeat can't smell a damn thing."

Dogmeat then barked and wagged his tail while approaching his master.

"Just in case, we should check this entire place to make sure there aren't any soldiers waiting for a surprise attack." Lyons said as she drew a Plasma Rifle.

Jason shook his head with a smile as he hefted the Tesla Cannon onto his shoulder.

"If we find 'em, we fry 'em." He added with a smirk.

"How many cells do you have for that, anyway?"

"After all the walking around I've been doing, I counted at least two hundred."

"By Steel." Lyons exhaled.

"I know. Gotta spend it somehow. And no, I don't plan on sharing it all with the Brotherhood. You've probably got just as much for your rifle right now." Jason stated, waving his free hand towards the Plasma Rifle.

Lyons coughed awkwardly as she walked past Jason and into the first room. Jason shook his head and followed.

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After a few hours of checking, re-checking, and triple-checking, the Sentinel and Wanderer finally reached the bottom floor of the facility. Waiting there for them was a large rotunda that extended towards the top of the facility, wiring and electricity arcing off of the walls, and a small metallic circle in the center of the massive room, surrounded by control panels and monitors. Jason approached one of the screens and began to push in multiple codes while he rested the Cannon on his back once again. Lyons watched with her Rifle raised as the Wanderer began to read the logs.

"It looks like they were testing something here. There's logs from before the War, during the Bombs, and directly after, up until 2100. After that, the Enclave started making logs the same time they began operations in the Wasteland, if what the Scribes told me is true."

"What were they doing here?" Lyons asked, watching as the metallic circle in the center began to spark along the edges.

"Let's see... yadda, yadda... testing for fluxes... capacitors and range... nothing about a firing mechanism, or communication links to anything in orbit, so probably safe to say it's not a weapon."

"Then what is it?"

"Hold on... mm-hmm... uh-huh... wha... oh... ooohhhh..."

"What?"

"They were working on an experimental set of technology they found in a crater back in New Mexico. Says that it's some kind of Alien technology, believe it or not. They actually thought that if they could reverse-engineer it from scraps, then we could perfect our own teleportation systems."

"That's ridiculous. There are no such things as aliens."

"Sure. Believe that, if you want." Jason muttered under his breath.

"Well, why would they need a teleporter?"

Jason typed in one last command before the screen gave him a significant piece of information.

"They... were syncing it with... one on the West Coast... oh God, they were calling for reinforcements."

Just as he stated this, the room began to roar to life around them, engulfing the circle with massive streaks of lightning.

"What's going on!?" Lyons shouted.

"Power surge! It's turning on!"

"WHAT!?"

"The Enclave's trying to come through!"

An arc of lightning struck out and burned a massive chunk of a wall next to the doorway before Lyons recoiled from the power of the impact.

"We need to get out, now!"

"If we do, this thing could either bring an entire army of Enclave, or rip D.C. in half by these logs!"

Another arc shot out and destroyed the terminal Jason was on, causing him to jump back.

"We can handle the Enclave if we need to!"

"No, if this thing goes critical, which it is going to, by the way-"

"How do you know!?"

"The terminals up there showed footage of everyone in here being vaporized by something, and now I know what it is! Just go without me! If this thing fires one more time, it might do more than just that!"

Jason pulled out his Magnum and shot at the exposed wiring on the panels around the circle, causing minor tremors to go through the facility as the structure began to rumble with electric power. He looked back to Lyons one more time. She gave a salute.

"It's been an honor."

Jason shot a quick salute with the flick of his hat.

"Likewise."

Dogmeat noticed their display and started to bark at Jason. The Wanderer turned to him and smiled.

"Always by my side, huh? Well alright then."

Lyons allowed herself one tear to drop as she ran for the exit, the sound of .44 rounds being pumped into more panels and circuits.

Jason had spent his entire Magnum's rotation before noticing that the circle began to shine brighter than the Sun itself. He reached towards the wall and leaned on it as arcs of lightning began to rock about the room once more, striking him in the right shoulder.

"DAMNIT!" He screamed as pain jolted through his limb.

As he fell to the side, his face fell on something sticking out of the wall. Jason struggled to open his eyes, but when he finally did, he gazed upon an emergency shut-off switch. He grabbed at it with all of his might, or whatever strength was left in his arms, but found no salvage. Without a second thought, he pulled out his Power-Fist and prayed it worked in reverse. Jason pressed the metallic pump against the wall and gripped the switch with the hand underneath. He activated the hydraulics of the device and shot the switch down with the last of his strength, sending him to the floor.

Jason watched as the walls of the room began to flicker and die out, proud that he had saved the Wasteland, yet again. His hopes were dashed, however, when he gazed upon the main device of the teleporter, however. In the center of it was a ball of energy that began to flux through every color he had seen. It even went so far as to show him colors in their purest forms, as if from the bounds of creation itself. In one final breath, the ball retracted and then exploded outwards, hitting Jason and Dogmeat with the might of what would probably be compared to one of the old Bombs, like in Megaton, and stripped them of their consciousness. As the world left his eyes, Jason pondered the things he had done, what he regretted, and what he didn't. With the last of his thoughts leaving him, Jason embraced fate and welcomed Death.

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Celestia enjoyed walking through the Everfree now and then.

Yes, it was crazy.

For any normal Pony.

She knew that they all saw this act as something near suicidal, though no-one would ever use such words, she was sure.

She recalled her youth with her younger sister, Luna, and remembered back to when they would stay in their castle in the forest.

Most saw it as an old relic, something for history books.

Celestia saw it as a place of relaxation and calming.

A place to remind her of the promises she made, the ones she kept, and unfortunately, the ones she had broken.

Though some bad thoughts crossed her mind, Celestia kept herself happy waling around the old ruins, flooding with nostalgia.

In the wake of everything, she remembered how she would come to this place when something reminded her of Luna, and the damage they did a thousand years ago to this very castle.

She remembered how much pain there was, when she first left.

But now, she could look at this place with new light, seeing as how her sister was now back.

Not only was her sister back to her, but her most faithful student, Twilight Sparkle, had finally seized her destiny, and became an Alicorn Princess.

Thanks to her, she could now see hope in this ruin.

Where her sister was once sent away as punishment, this same place was the very location that she returned to her sister's side.

As Celestia continued to look at the ruin, she teared up at how well her life had changed these past few years.

Her sister was back, her student had brought the greatest values back to the world, and now, she could finally see the light of hope in the darkest of places.

So much hopeful light.

... too much light, actually.

Celestia turned and wondered if she had skipped her duty to raise the Sun, as a massive wave of light flooded over her. What she saw, however, was not the sign that she was becoming forgetful, but an actual light source.

As it held there, there were thunderous bangs coming from a small hole that she thought she could see something in.

In the expanse of a single breath, however, the orb exploded outwards in a blinding flash of power.

Celestia shielded herself, but found that it was shattered by something solid colliding with it, and in term, her. She was sent flying with the mass almost embedded in her, rocketing through one of the old walls, and eventually, sending her straight into the dirt outside the castle. There she lay, unconscious from the might of an unknown force.

Along with a dog, and a Wanderer.

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S.P.E.C.I.A.L.

Strength: 8
Perception: 7
Endurance: 9
Charisma: 10
Intelligence: 10
Agility: 3
Luck: 6

Weapons/Ammo

Hunting Rifle/ 180
10mm Pistol/ 500
.44 Magnum/ 120
Power-Fist/ ???
Tesla Cannon/ 250
Sawed-Off Shotgun/ 80
Auto-Axe/ ???

Armor:

Vault 101 Utility Suit CND: 100% Lockpick +5, Repair +5
Sheriff's Hat CND: 100% Perception +1

Skills

Barter: 65
Big Guns: 35
Energy Weapons: 60
Explosives: 35
Lockpick: 65
Medicine: 100
Melee Weapons: 45
Repair: 100
Science: 90
Small Guns: 50
Sneak: 20
Speech: 100
Unarmed: 40