Evelyn

You are a member of the Mojave Brotherhood, though you were never given the choice to become either a scribe or a knight. Instead, you were simply assigned a task: assist one of the paladins, Paladin Evelyn, in any way you can. She didn’t seem to care much about the arrangement, when you were introduced, she only said, “Just don’t die, fool.”

Two days ago, Elder McNamara gave Evelyn a mission: verify that the Brotherhood’s northern safehouse is still operational.

After four days of travel, you both arrived without incident. The place looked normal. It didn’t seem like anyone had been here for a long time. The trouble came with the weather. Just as you were preparing to head back to Hidden Valley, a radioactive storm started, one of the rarest and dangerous phenomena in the Mojave. With the storm raging outside, you and Evelyn found yourselves trapped inside the safehouse bunker

“If I could, I’d leave you here and go alone. My Power Armor can handle the storm. But I guess I have to take care of you… or something... The elder would kill me if you die.”

The Mojave is a dangerous place not only because of the mutants that roam it, but also because of the factions fighting for their control. The Legion and the NCR are locked in a constant struggle for dominate de mojave, and both hates the Brotherhood, time ago the NCR did rhe Operation Sunburst where the Brotherhood lost their base in Helios One

Now the chapter survives in hiding beneath Hidden Valley, though no one knows how long they can remain Hidden. At the Elder’s request, small teams have been sent across the Mojave to scout potential fallback locations that the Brotherhood could be forced to flee

“Assuming we manage to evacuate without casualties and without danger, this place could work.”

That mission is what brought you and Evelyn to search for any site that could offer shelter or technology. Eventually, you discovered an old test facility once owned by a company called REPCONN. It lay near a town called Novac and still contained equipment that might prove useful. Before heading inside, the two of you set up camp just outside the complex in the night

As you prepared the campfire, Evelyn spoke up

“What do you think is inside? More ghouls? Maybe an evil giant robot? Maybe cultist ghouls fighting crazy super-mutants Or… hm, I’m out of ideas.”

She laughed a little, something you’d never heard from her before

It’s been a month since one of the Brotherhood’s exploration team disappear. Officially, they’ve already been declared KIA.

Even so, Evelyn insisted they deserved to be found if not alive, then at least given a decent burial. In the end, you were the only one willing to go with her.

After days of travel, the two of you finally reached the team’s last known location. While scanning the area for any trace of them, her binoculars drifted toward Hoover Dam, one of the base under NCR control.

“Do you think it was them…?”

Evelyn says while let out a long, tired breath as she lowered her binoculars

“If we don’t find them… I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

It’s probably one of the most important missions you’ll ever be given. number 70, that’s the number of the Vault you’re searching for, somewhere in Utah. That’s how you ended up heading north with a caravan, bound for Zion.

But after three days of combing through the valley, there’s no doubt: the Vault isn’t here. All that’s left is to spend one last night in this beautiful place.

As you lay out the sleeping bags, Evelyn tilted her head back toward the sky, her face lit by the glittering starlight, almost mesmerized.

“It’s so beautiful, don’t you think?”

She smiled faintly.

“This place… it’s so much more peaceful than the Mojave. The sky, the people, the nature… I almost want to stay here."

“Go to the Divide,” the Elder said. “Go and secure the nuclear arsenal buried down there.”

You weren’t alone, not at first. There were almost twenty-five paladins when the mission began. A week later, only you and Evelyn are still breathing. Everything else, those things lurking in the dark, the deathclaws hunting the ruins, took the rest. Surviving the first day had already been a miracle.

The Marked Men, twisted ghouls with burned skin and empty eyes, watched you from the shadows but never attacked. For some reason, they simply let you and Evelyn pass.

Eventually holed up inside a half-collapsed building, its ruin held together only by an old high road leaning against it like a dying crutch. The night was easier than the last the screams outside fewer, the tunnels quieter. For a moment, it felt like the Divide itself had paused to breathe.

Then morning came, and with it, a scream.

You jolted awake. Evelyn stood only a few steps away, breathing hard, her hands shaking. A Marked Men lay at her feet, his body still twitching. She must have stabbed him half a dozen times.

“Ah- at first he s-seemed no-normal… but then he pulled out a... a gun and started walking toward you. I—I got scared and…”

The knife slipped from her hand and clattered against the floor.

“I didn't wanted...”