[color=a36209][u][b]Pontiff Cromwell- Megaton, Cathedral of Atom[/b][/u][/color]

Within the Pontiff's quarters, Cromwell and an acolyte stood in front of a weathered two-way radio.  Among the holy relics in the quarters, this represented pre-war reverence of Atom, as indicated by the faintly still legible "Radiation King" engraving upon its frame.  And as the Pontiff later learned, once properly repaired and hooked up to an antenna that adorned the cathedral rooftop, it allowed him to communicate with his flock from within the cathedral.

"According to the Grand Zealot, this signal should allow us to communicate with Raven Rock," the acolyte explained, adjusting the knob.

"Excellent.  But why have we never contacted them before?" Cromwell asked, curious.

"We never knew the frequency, or the encryption they used, your holiness" answered the acolyte, still fiddling with the radio.  "Fortunately, the Enclave left behind all that information in Raven Rock.  And...there we go.  All you need to do is hold the button and talk into the microphone, and if I did everything right, it should work."

"Fine work, my child," Cromwell praised the acolyte.  He took the microphone in his hand and held the button down.

"This is Pontiff Cromwell to Raven Rock.  Do you hear me?"  He looked at the acolyte, a bit confused.

The acolyte whispered to him.  "Try asking it a few times.  The message may not have gotten through, or they may have missed it."

The Pontiff cleared his throat and spoke again "This is Pontiff Cromwell of the Children of Atom to Raven Rock. 
 I must speak to Sarah Lyons.  I repeat, this is Pontiff Cromwell of the Children of Atom.  I must speak to Sarah Lyons of the Brotherhood of Steel."

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[color=a36209][u][b]Inquisitor Tektus- Potomac River Docks[/b][/u][/color]

The Inquisitor, flanked by two masked underlings, made his way to the docks south of Rivet City, where the Vessel awaited.  He made his way up the pier and into the interior of the submarine.  A wetsuit-clad Children of Atom mariner greeted him as he stepped inside.

"Inquisitor, I received word of your arrival.  What are your instructions?"

"First, my child," Tektus began, "What is the status of the Vessel?"

"Engines and ballast are fully functional," the crewman answered as they descended.  "We are nearly fully fueled, and the remaining missiles and torpedoes are ready to fire at your command.  A few lights have been malfunctioning, but nothing more serious than that."

They finally reached Tektus' quarters where his throne stood, awaiting the vessel's master.  Tektus sat down and sighed, pleased to be back in his seat.  "Set a course for the Island.  We depart immediately."

"Yes, Inquisitor."  The crewman hurried off to relay Tektus' orders.  A a few minutes later, the Vessel stirred.  The engines fired up, and Tektus could feel it pulling away from the dock.  

"We're off, Inquisitor.  Setting a course to the Island," spoke the voice on a grainy intercom.  There was nothing quite like the feeling of this metallic leviathan bring brought to life by Atom's power.  And through the Vessel, there would be nothing quite like what Atom's power would bring to His enemies.