So a quick note from me. I’ll continue adding more when I’m able, and the story won’t just follow a set amount of characters. Often I’ll be bouncing around between settings along the same timeline. Some interactions between other characters at similar times in different locations and whatnot. I’ll be exploring my Lore further and character growth. [b]Chapter 1[/b] The year is May 3rd 2300. With Mr.House’s victory in Vegas twenty years prior the Legion has begun to fall into collapse. Caesar has died and Legate Lanius has assumed control of most of the Legion’s forces, while the NCR has elected a new President focused more on Exploration than war, he has the majority of the public supporting him and has developed more advanced agriculture and deepened relations between the New California Republic and New Vegas. Bringing electricity and water into barren lands. Christopher Briggs the the President of the NCR has sent a few expeditions along the coastline heading North avoiding Legion lands. They have discovered many new lands and peoples, some will make good alliances and others will become new enemies. However upon landing on the shores of Alaska they will come to realize the new dangers that await them. The Vaults atrium was packed with new recruits all longing to become Arctic Rangers, to wear the starred wolf badge and earn a living for their families wherever they may be; standing above them all on the second level was a man in his late forties with black hair braided in parts and a full beard covering his chest. He wore the armor everyone in the room envied or respected; for he was the High Chief of the Rangers themselves. North Ashland, decorated, respected, and capable tactician. He strode about back and forth inspecting the bunch of rag tag Wastelanders who had gathered, many in leather armors holding single shot rifles. North stopped squarely in front of a microphone and spoke commandingly. “Welcome all! You have made a brave choice to gather here today. The life of a R anger is a perilous one, and you will be expected to fulfil your duties. Get shot slap a bandage on it. Lose a limb tape up the wound. Die, and walk it off. This is not a job! Nay I say! It is a way of life. We are a lifeline to many and the only Law most will ever see. You may come from Villages or Farms, you may be Fishermen or Criminals. But this is your chance to turn your life around, to devote your life for the people. For there is no one besides the Rangers that has taken this task. During the next year you will enter basic training. It will test you and weed out those unfit for duty. From there your real training begins. Good Luck. You will need it.” North lingered on but a moment as the new recruits shuffled on out. Some inspired by his speech others more confused than before. Elsewhere in the War Room. Arctic Wolves Jonathan and Claire sat awaiting North’s return. “[b]Claire!![/b]” Jonathan bellowed out. “[b]Feet off the Table!! According to subsection[/b]..” The sound of Claire’s boots hitting the floor with a thud and subsequently his voice interrupted Jonathan’s rantings. “[b]Oh[/b] will you shut up about the rules and regulations! Not everyone is as uptight as you are.” Jonathan’s brows furrowed as wrinkles spread all across his face. “[b]WE! Are the epitome of the Arctic Ranger! And as such must present ourselves as[/b]..” As Jonathan continued his rant he was interrupted by High Chief Ashland when he walked into the room. “Jonathan!” North said with a chuckle. “Do I need to get you two a room? So you could continue to profess your love to each other.” Jonathan fell silent as he saluted the High Chief while as he did Ranger Claire just gave a quick two finger salute. “Yo. Good to see you North, I thought Jonathan here would yell my ears off till they bled.” North let out a slight chuckle. “Well seems like I saved you from your imminent death. So now that you’re done flirting, I have a mission for you two. Should you survive that is. I’m starting to doubt that now.” “Sure North, what’s the mission?” “I think I’ll live being paired up with Claire.” North smiled as he set a folder down on the table. “We’ve seen reports of small ships of unknown origin. A landing party was seen near Cordova, dressed in Riot armors similar to ours. No hostile actions so far, we must assume that might not last for long. Especially once they encounter Lythropes or Bloodpack raiders. So you’re to investigate and make contact if they seem affable.” The two Rangers read through the report thoroughly before either of them spoke. While North simply drank a full stout of wildberry mead. “High Chief?” Jonathan spoke raising his head. “It says the initials N.C.R were seen on the shoulders. Might they be from some Government” North shrugged.”That’s what I assume. Anyways finish reading that and gear up. I want you two moving shortly.” The Rangers nodded as they continued flipping through the papers.