It was unusually cold, on the decks of the relatively recently constructed flagship known as the Prydwen. It's halls were dimly lit with cool blue hues as it lumbered through the airspace of western California into Nevada. Onboard intercoms roared to life, calling the various dedicated aircrewmen known as Lancers to action, a caste of soldiery brought about during the recent Maxson reformations. The Lancers, like any other of the other chains operated like one of the well oiled machines they so revered. Scurrying about with a silent, eerie efficiency even in spite of their various flight suits and recon armour. In the shadows of the airship's halls, amidst the darkness; an electric blue LED display buzzed to life. Before showing an image of the famed "Vault-Boy" smiling.

[color=red][I]"Is that our signal for departure, Miss Sinclair?"[/I] [/color] came a synthetic voice, with almost playful tones. A creepy silence ensued, before the rustling of gloved leather hands rubbing together became audible. The EyeBot seemingly replied to nothing. [color=red][I]"As you wish, so shall it be Miss Sinclair."[/i][/color]

Gentle footsteps began to beat the grated steel deck of the Prydwen as out from the shadows stepped a woman whose usually pale skin was wrought with patches of sunburn. Her fine, dark brown hair fell behind her shoulders, despite one side being shaven. And a red cotton underlayer beneath a tanned leather vest bearing various nicks and burns from obvious combat duty and wasteland survival as she stepped into the light. She gave an almost child-like grin as she began to clap to her EyeBot, before signing to the machine, as she had done so before in the midst of the shadows.

[color=red][I]"Yes yes, of course Sarah.[/i][/color] Virgil said, before it's display abrudplty shut off. Almost instantly, Sarah Sinclair's face went from childish glee to a murderous thousand yard stare. With hands like lightning, the Alaskan native drew her signature revolver, a heavily modified Colt Navy, a famous handgun from a conflict long before the Great War. and began to spin the weapon on her index finger as she broke into a lengthy, yet almost silent stride. Her meeting with the Brotherhood Elder earlier in the day replaying in her mind.

[I][color=teal]"We may have exiled you from our chapter for your actions that day Sarah; but I see in hindsight you did what needed to be done. Granted it was reckless, and you nearly got yourself killed merely because you cared about her...but I am man enough to admit that I was wrong. The steel was, and still is strong within you. We need that steel for this mission, if it is to have any hope of success."[/color]Elder Maxson had said, placing his large, gloved hand on the woman's shoulder as the comparatively gargantuan man stepped closer to his guest. Enveloping the whole thing in his grasp of camaraderie.

The Anchorage native's brow furrowed in anger as she pushed his hand away, backing up and rapidly signing as she did so, before sticking the middle fingers of both of her hands up at her former Commander and giving a sarcastic smile. Virgil's voice had sparked up after the fact, with almost a tone of worry in his vocaliser as he had chimed in. [color=red]"I'm not sure I should translate that one sir."[/color]

[color=teal]"You don't need to Virgil. Activate protocol six subroutine twenty four." [/color] Maxson ordered, after a heavy sigh. The AI within Sarah's droid was limited, and prone to bouts of forgetfulness due to limited memory processing and storage outside of it's translation matrix. It had been a long time, but the Elder had always assumed the bot would remember who his original master was. Apparently he had assumed wrong.

[color=red]"Negative."[/color] Virgil responded, leaving Arthur Maxson in utter disbelief at what had just occurred, his eyes widening as the EyeBot continued. [color=red]"A very good friend of ours had my systems upgraded even further before we came here. To account for the event that you should try to reclaim me. I'm afraid you would now have to destroy me to prevent me leaving with Miss Sinclair, sir."[/color]

[color=teal]"I see...I can't say that I'm surprised. You always were resourceful, Sarah. But listen, the opportunity to rejoin the chapter isn't the only thing I'm offering here. I believe, that this would mean a lot to you." [/color] Arthur said, with frankness and sincerity in his tone as he reached behind his back. The slip of steel against leather was audible as he had pulled forth a handgun which was all too familiar to Sarah Sinclair from it's holster.[/i]

By the time she had snapped back to reality, she had found herself on a scaffolded balcony in the Prydwen's main hanger, overlooking the vertibird that was being prepped for her deployment into the Mojave. [color=red]"Are you sure about this Miss Sinclair?"[/color] Virgil had asked as his master rubbed her index finger across the suppressor, the name 'Charlotte' engraved in cursive text into the right hand side. With one final spin of the esoteric weapon, she holstered it at the right side of her hip and made a right angle with the tips of her index finger, tapping them together. [I]Positive[/I]

[Color=red]"As you wish."[/color]