*ahem*"War..
War never changes..
Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing path with rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything, from God, to justice, to simple psychotic rage.
In the year 2077, after millenia of armed conflict, destructive nature of man, could substain itself, no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire, and radiation.
But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was just the prolouge to another bloody chapter of human history. For man, had succeded destroying the world..
But war..
War never changes.."
The Brotherhood of Steel VTOL, marked with 2 swords and a shield instead of the BoS' Sword and Gears emblem, started to land at the landing zone designated for it, all around the base, the Swords were working hard and diligently on their weapons and armor, preparing for their own combat theaters. The back of the VTOL opened and out popped 5 humans, acolytes wearing their Acolyte Armor, chosen for their particular skills. A Sword Brethren pointed them to the person they are to report to, General Garian.
General Garian looked at the sorry lot, a scar down the left side of his face his eye was grey and colorless, blinded by the scar, his other, blue eye watched the acolytes walk in. His black hair was greying on the sides. He wore the Brotherhood of Swords armor, which was lighter than the Steels, allowing for full use of their movement and weapons. Garian's armor was painted black, a cape tied to it that covered most of his body. "Alright...girls..."He noted, "I don't know where you lot came from, and I don't give a fuck. You're here for one mission and one purpose, to secure a front for us Sword Brethren to push further and secure more land for us and, in doing so, the Brotherhood of Steel." He smiled at them and threw down a folder marked classified onto the table that separated him from them, "Read thoroughly, once done report to the VTOL." He then left