(Oki ^^) John looked out across the Capitol Wasteland in front of him, with a green strip of vegetation cutting it in two along the Potomac River, 5 Umbras and 5 Praetorians behind him. He had left Damien in ad intermin ruling of Nova Roma after the defeat of the Midwestern Brotherhood, while he investigated the Capitol Wasteland. He was 60 years old, but still very much a force to be reckoned with, not unlike Caesar before him. "Well, let's see if we can find any one that I'm interested in..." He muttered before leading the troop into the Wasteland, becoming the first of Nova Roma to enter the nation's former capitol....
Andrew Miles wandered around the wastes, establishing a small camp in the ruins outside of DC. It had been a few years since Project Purity was activated, the former Enclave Major being nothing more but a memory after the Brotherhood took a firm control of the wasteland. The members of the Enclave that defected before their defeat had established a new camp in Fort Constantine, where Brotherhood defectors were joining the camp site, both of them unifying to hopefully rebuild the wasteland. Andrew was not interested in the establishment of a base and the defected sides, he knew that the Brotherhood at the Citadel would likely kill all of them anyway just because of their Enclave origins. Now, more than ever... Andrew defected a year before the Enclave revealed themselves to the wastes, and was promptly hunted down by the Enclave if he were to reveal the pre-war American government’s existence. Andrew was in his late fifties with long brown shaggy hair and a rough beard, but still had plenty of fight left inside of him. He wore a repainted White Enclave Power Armour, choosing the colour scheme due to that he liked his enemies to know he was coming. On his back was a scoped plasma rifle that Andrew had tinkered around with, requiring him to keep more ammo while somehow managing to amplify the damage the weapon did. Like his armour, he painted it white. Andrew sat down as he lit up a cigarette, watching the sun rise and fall around the wastes, watching each passing moment fly. He grunted about the previous Civil-War that the Outcasts and Brotherhood had a while ago slightly before taking another puff. How they nearly executed him for merely being innocent.
"Put out the cigarette and put your hands in the air." An unseen voice ordered to Andrew, "We have you surrounded." Suddenly John and his 10 men came into the firelight, the Umbras with hunting rifles pointing at his head, the Praetorians with javelins in their fist and equipped with ballistic fists, John pointing his famous Lucky revolver straight at Andrew, before he noticed the white Tesla Armor, lowering Lucky at the sight, his comrades lowering their weapons silently as well, "You were Enclave..." He muttered, "Then you might be of some use." John straightened up, "I am John Truman. Known to the NCR as Reaper. And I am here to remember my past in the Enclave."
Andrew took a second to look directly upwards at John and the group of soldiers nearby him before dropping his cigarette and stepping on it to extinguish it, hands in the air while doing so. "I was Enclave, yes. But that was a while ago. The Enclave had been destroyed in the Capital Wasteland for nearly a decade ago by the Brotherhood of Steel. I left due to leadership reasons and what they were planning to do to the wasteland." Andrew replied. "It sickened me, they still lived in the own little world despite after what we have been through by the NCR." Andrew then nodded in response to John, who instantly judged him as a leader of sorts and promptly bowed his head slightly. "Major Andrew Miles, pleasure to meet you. You were Enclave as well, sir ?"
"Enclave got it handed to them here too, eh?" John replied, "And yes, I was, spent the first 10 years of my life on the Posiden Oil Rig, the next 5 at Navarro, and five more here in the Capitol Wasteland." John squatted down in front of Andrew, "But I do not remember it well. I just remember that my entire time in the Enclave was training to be the ultimate assassin. I was supposed to murder the entire leadership of the NCR and BoS so that the Enclave could move in with ease. But I didnt. I instead took command of a nation and have since turned it into an empire the spans from what used to be New Vegas to Columbus, From San Antionio to Chicago.with the Mississpi River and the Sierra Madre mountainsand Colorado River making our east and western borders." John shook his head, "Anyways, is Colonel Autmn still alive?"
Andrew held his hand up to his chin, thinking about the last time he had encountered the colonel. The last time he had heard of him, it was in 2277 when the Enclave attacked the Brotherhood and the wasteland. And then...nothing since. It could be possible that he had passed away, but Autumn always liked to prove his own people wrong. Andrew looked at the leader of Nova Roma again. "It's possible that he's alive, but I haven't heard anything from him for years. Hope that helps"
John frowned, that was not the answer he was looking for, "Alright...Then mind if we camp with you for the night? We have traveled quite the distance and would like to rest."
Andrew simply nodded his head slightly. "Absolutely, considering the distance you have traveled. Let's try and not get into any...hazardous occurrences after"
(Sure) The next morning Andrew was the first to wake up from his rest, awakening far earlier before the red colored soldiers nearby him. He just sat down on the ground, watching the sunrise come over the horizon. He was likely to have a long day, especially since that there was another former Enclave member nearby him resting in his bed. There were many good people he once knew in the Enclave, it was unfortunate that the leaders were simply genocidal freaks, wanting to exterminate all life because they were not "pure" humans. Andrew knew many of those that were killed in Raven Rock, and at Adams Air Base. A single women both wondering inside the two Enclave institutions, and single handedly wiping them both out. She was still alive, and she was claimed to be a saint in the wastes. Andrew just laughed about the thought of the women known as "The Lone Wanderer", not entirely sure if she was the wastelands greatest hero or villain.
John rolled onto his feet in a fashion engrained in his head, Lucky in hand and scanning his surroundings. Years of pursuit by the deadliest hunters the NCR has at its disposal tends to do that. "Morning." He said simply to Andrew upon recognizing him. John's head of sandy grey hair and the wrinkles on his face that were now visible in the dim sunlight showing Andrew for the first time that John, whether he would admit it or not, was an old man. But the fire in his eyes still said he felt very young even now, one of the reasons he became so quickly popular to Legion soldiers, he was not a "from the throne" leader like Caesar. And his infrastructure redevelopment plans won him immense support among civilians, "Now, I have a few questions I'ld like to get out of the way. One; what is the situation of the Enclave in this place? Who are the most powerful factions? Most powerful people? Anyone else or anywhere else I should be aware of?"
Andrew looked behind his shoulder, simply replying with a standard “Morning”. He then thought about the questions that John had asked him, coughing slightly before replying. “The Enclave had been brought on the brink of extinction, they lost the Water Purifier many years ago and are being hunted relentlessly across the wastes. There are quite a few factions, such as some mercenaries. There used to be Slavers, but they were killed off. In DC itself are super mutants, too dumb to conquer but too strong to kill off in the wastelands position. But the main power is the Brotherhood of Steel, occupying what used to be the Pentagon. Instead of the Brotherhood that you might would have experienced, they also protect the wastes instead of simply hording technology. Some members found this act of helping the wastelanders disgusting, losing focus on their original purpose. These members formed the Brotherhood Outcasts, who only gather technology.” Andrew paused. “They was involved in a huge civil war several years ago; both are weakened but still remain extraordinarily powerful. The Brotherhood’s leader is Elder Lyons, who I believe came from the West Coast. If you’re speaking about power, then not many are higher than Lyons. However...” “In 2277, this women from Vault 101, roughly about 19 at the time was exiled from her Vault in a search to find her missing father. In the end, she found only heartbreak, her father killed by Autumn. She has accomplished what some would deem impossible. She took down Raven rock and the Landcrawler singlehandedly. She took down Evergreen Mills, twice. She has traveled to Point Lookout and back, stopped a Slave uprising in the Pitt. She brought down the Enclave, much like the legends of The Chosen One in the West. She is known to be a Saint, her enemies see her as a Demon. If you wish to pursue her, I exercise extreme caution” "Also, the major towns in the wasteland are Megaton, Rivet City and Tenpenny Tower. Both are quite far away from another, and are quite small."
"Hm...Her accomplishments sound much like my Praetorius Damien..." John muttered, "Well, I think I will go after her, but not to fight, but to talk. Any last given location?"
Andrew raised his arm and pointed John in the right direction. "She was last seen inside DC itself, nearby The Mall. That's really it, she's been off the radar for a few days now."
John nodded, by now all of his soldiers were awake and ready to move out, "Then that is where we are headed. You're welcome to join if you wish to, it is entirely up to you." John looked out to the horizon, "Hm...One more question, any major slaver/drug trafficker based in the area? Especially on the way? We sent a scout ahead but he never returned."
"Drug traffickers...." Andrew replied, scratching his beard. "No...there is none around that I believe. There are huge amounts of Raiders, but that's really it. As for Slavers...they have been almost all but annihilated by the LW, Paradise Falls, which used to be their headquarters that had easily hundreds of Slavers were wiped out. Nowadays, Paradise Falls is a major trade center in the Wasteland." "Then you have Talon Company, who are vicious Mercenaries who kill any that is not them. They are now on the brink of extinction, yet it amazes me that they are somehow still operational. They are in DC at the moment, likely between your route."
John nodded, "Thanks for the information. Now, you coming?" He asked as he slung his pack into his back, "Or would you rather miss out on traveling with the deadliest man the Enclave ever produced and his bodyguard?" He asked as he took a step towards DC, quickly joined by his guard.
