Nuclear Love

The Beginning

The light slowly surrounds his eyes, a small boy, about the age of 13 with a rather slim build minus the belly and of rather slight muscular build, wearing normal initiate body Armor which consists of small metal plates connected to soft tissue and vital organs such as the legs, arms and in particular around the chest plate, but there is no protection for the head or some connective tissue. This small initiates was in the Brotherhoods hospital, a rather small room with medical equipment, but, everything was made of metal, he was listening in to a conversation as he was opening his eyes. "I know he wasn't ready for that kind of training! ...." An unknown man shouted.

"He could have been; he is supposed to be doing this at his age?" Said another man in a different voice.

The poor boy's senses were starting to clear, he raised one of his hands, it seemed bandaged, bloodied, damaged, he started to panic, he started screaming. He soon got up, his eyes dazed, he would of fell over if it wasn't cause of the two men whom were recently argument, which one of the make continued by mumbling "You know he should have never fought with Elder Maxson's blood.".

The Brotherhood of Steel Society had been first developed after the bombs dropped, in Mariposa California, since then they have expanded to the areas of Washington DC and Boston, known as the Eastern Brotherhood headed by Maxson. The principles are based on its emblem, the cogs, sword and wings. Each credible initiate would describe them as the cogs being the development of technology, the wings to protect the technology from people whom would use them for negative means and the sword for the strength and power of the brotherhood overall.

This boy was no exception, his name being Josh he was a lot more of a scribe than a knight, he'd love the details of researching the history of the brotherhood and of the wasteland much like his best friend Suzy, just after his big operation he was allowed back into what the initiates call "the death camp", this was most likely due to the trainers whom like to test the physical side more than the mental side, definitely before the age of 15.

As Josh hobbled towards the sleeping quarters of the death camp, there would be a scream of delight from behind, he'd quickly turn to see Suzy, she would not have her initiate uniform on, due to being inside the sleeping quarters "S-Suzy" he'd softly speak as he'd see her, she'd on the other hand would be wearing a t-shirt, red in form and blue jeans, decent for a wasteland survivor.

"Josh, you're back, oh-my-god, I heard about what happened and I-I wanted to see you but, the doctor wouldn't let me and... "She'd be blubbering out quickly, word vomiting with a slight panic in her voice, she was worried for Josh, the news of his quick and swift defeat in hand to hand combat was passed on almost as swiftly as the combat was, lasting only one minute in length it was a record in terms of combat casting popularity for the victor, and the defeated sometime in the hospital.

Josh would smile as he stated "I understand Suzy, look, I'm really hurting, can I sit down?" He'd quickly move closer towards the chair next to the entrance of his bedroom as he'd continue "I was hoping I could have come out quicker to see you, but, they didn't want me to leave so soon, I can barely walk right now." Josh would look down, shame reaching him as he looks up with tears in his eyes "It was scary in there" his poor 13-year-old self-had broken being isolated in a one bed hospital for a month.

Suzy would hug him, hoping that this would help him recover, moving his head to her shoulder, resting his head down quickly to relax and to be able to hide his face as he wept, he then broke down, and started sleeping in Suzy's arms, into a deep slumber.

The sun was piercing his eyes, as he looked upwards into the whitened sky, the walls covered of scrap metal lumbered over him, adults were in full Power Armor consisting of full metal suits lifted by a magnetic fusion field, Josh didn't know how on earth the soldiers could ever have any of them on while others were in red uniforms showing they are of scribe status. He was however crowded by a circle of his peers including Suzy.

The crowd was chanting so loud that it was overwhelming Josh, he couldn't understand what they were saying, Josh looked up to see the trainer of the group nicknamed scar face due to his right eye, he was wearing Power Armor like others around the Citadel -as it is famously named- scar face was smirking as Josh looked to the right of scar face to find Arthur Maxson, raising his fists in front of Josh.

Maxson was slowly smirking, his spiky brown hair, blue blood thirsty eyes and battle used initiate body Armor made Josh squirm, his first fight ordered by scar face in an attempt to test Josh for the first step of becoming a knight, the second hierarchy in the Military of the Brotherhood, any boys dream, but Josh wasn't any boy, he thought it would be better to be a scribe, he loved knowing the history of the Codex -which has every piece of Brotherhood History since its creation- and loved in particular helping people of medical aliments, like his mother before the event.

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts as he quickly ducked away from an incoming punch from Maxson, Josh quickly yelping out "What the fuck!?" to the immediate laughter of the group, apart from the increasing worriment of Suzy and much needed ally of James whom was hugging Suzy for comfort at the time. Josh using instinct would move to jab Maxson in the stomach with his left fist, it hit, causing Maxson to crumple under the hit, causing a gasp, it seemed the crowd wanted Maxson to win indefinitely, this was common.

"That's the only hit you're going to get worm!" Maxson would splutter out, Josh hand was throbbing due to the hit against the metal part of Maxson's Armor, but he powered through regardless as he trudged through another one of Maxson's deadly punches. Allowing Josh to hit Maxson again, causing him to go on the floor in a moan, Josh had won the match. Josh spinning in circles smiling and laughing a distant sound was getting closer, "All initiates please go and attend classroom".