In a Foreign Land

In a Foreign Land

Prologue - Gathering Storm

Some believe that everlasting harmony is the key to a perfect existence. Others realize that this can never be, because the nature of humanity is that someone will always want to rise above to try and rule the lesser. In our world, chaos is everlasting. No matter what form, it  is all around us, always. Our outlook of 'justice' is to answer chaos with more chaos. Who is the real enemy when those claiming to be enacting justice answer their actions with destruction? It is said that-

*knock knock*

Mike turned from the book he was reading to his door. Being a Brotherhood of Steel Paladin, Mike never had much time in between missions to read, so he was very reluctant to stop reading a very philosophical novel he'd gotten from one of his friends stationed at the Arlington Library outpost. He reluctantly placed the book down on his cot and ran a hand through his shaggy white hair. Being a 28 year old man and all, it was very strange that he had snow white hair. He never really thought about how odd it was, and he honestly didn't care. His friend and teammate, Paladin Kodiak, told him it actually looked cool. He glanced once more at the barelt tarnished cover of the book, a very uncommon sight in the Captial Wasteland and got up from his bed and strolled across his quarters to his door.

"Yes?" he asked while opening his door.

"Hey there Whitey"

"*sigh* Sarah, I told you not to call me that."

"Well I can't help it." She said while ruffling his long white hair. Sarah Lyons was a very lethal soldier, albeit a merciless one at times. But, after you really get to know her, you start to realize that she is very dedicated to protecting those she cares for. For Mike however, he felt something different when he first met her all those years ago. After the battle of Project Purity in 2277, Mike made his move. In the words of Scribe Rothchild, the two had "expressed intense feelings of affection towards one another". His explanation of a relationship, according to Sarah. Mike enjoyed her cheery, caring demeanor when she was around him, and he found her serious attitude that she had when doing Brotherhood stuff very amusing, after seeing what she was really like.

"Are you here to make fun of my hair, or something else?" asked Mike, with a hint of humor in his voice. She chuckled and brushed past him into his quarters.

"Just came by to see how you were doing after our last mission." Mike closed his door and turned to her. Mike smirked, remembering how the Brotherhood had deployed the Lyons Pride to kill some deathclaws threatening Caturberry Commons earlier that day.

"If anything, I should be asking you that" said Mike. "After all, I was the one that kept a deathclaw from making lunch out of you." She looked away from the weapon table Mike had set up at the far end of his quarters.

"I could've handled myself" she stated with fake anger.

"Oh really?" replied Mike with sarcasm. He walked over to her and wrapped his large arms around her torso. She returned the gesture and brought him close into a loving embrace. She was slightly shorter than Mike, so she had to slightly arch her head upward to look into his eyes.

"Well...maybe I could've used a little help." She giggled and rested her head on Mike's broad chest. He rested his chin on the top of her head, a gesture he commonly did when they were embraced like this.

"I still expect a thank you, though" he whispered. She gazed back up into his emerald green eyes.

"Is that so?" She asked, her voice dripping with seduction. She brought one of her hands up to Mike's face and ran her fingers over the twin scars that ran across the left side of his face. Mike placed his hand over hers, pressing it against his cheek. The pair just stared into each others eyes until their lips met in a passionate kiss. They just stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity.

'Absolute bliss' thought Mike. He couldn't help but smile. The two broke from their kiss and continued to embrace. She then ran her finger down the small patch of white facial hair on Mike's chin.

"I still think you should shave that" She told him with a giggle.

"And still think it looks fine" he replied with a chuckle.

"C'mon..for me?" she asked, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

"Only if you wear your hair down more often" he said, gesturing to her pony tail.

"Not a chance Mr Chord."

"Well then Ms. Lyons, I guess we'll jusy have to deal with each other." The pair shared another laugh, and found themselves locked into another kiss.

Worlds away, a dark force observed the pair with malicious yellow and red eyes. It focused its attention more on the white haired warrior.

"Yesss...." The creature hissed while stroking its long white beard with a lions paw. "He'll do..."