[center][h1]Unit X8-11[/h1]
Institute Courser[/center]
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A single figure sat by a fire, in the place once known as Charles View Amphitheater. Just a few hours earlier, a group of cultists had tried to rob him of his belongings. The [i]Pillars of Community[/i], they had called themselves.

And just how naive they had been.

No real community would ever thrive here, and the pile of scorched skeletons by the Courser proved that. Humanity's last hope had been deep underground, and the Brotherhood of Steel had recently taken a huge dump on it.

The message on the radio instantly caught X8's attention - Normally, he wouldn't have been tuned to this terrible joke of a station, but it seemed to be the only one left.. Save for a few distress signals and static, but that was of no interest to him. He carefully listened to the host's words and gathered his thoughts on them.

[i]So, some person named Sky is looking to take down the entire Brotherhood, the most hated organization in the Wasteland, and is publicly announcing it on the radio? Can anyone really be stupid enough to fall for such an obvious trap?[/i]

However, the more he thought about it, the more intrigued he came to investigate the source of this transmission. What else was there to do, anyways? He didn't want to spend the rest of his days slaying meaningless con-artists and raiders. The synth slowly picked up his gear and disappeared to the city's ruins.

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X8 stood at the Manor's doorstep right on time, and the blood stains on his lantern gave it's light a ghastly red hue.

"Hello. I received your message."