August 1st 2310, The Great Hall, D.C. Citadel

Michael had just arrived at his Mothers office, Michael had no idea why he was called but usually it was for very important reasons. This had Michael worried, but curious. Micheal opened the door and sat in the chair that sat in front of his Mothers desk, the chair was made of black leather, it had several tears in it, the chair was extremely old. "Hello Michael." said Sarah professionally, "Hello Elder Lyons." said Michael with the same amount of professionalism. "Sentinel Xavier has passed away." Sarah said, "Xavier is dead? Thats horrible news. But that means the spot of Sentinel is open." replied Michael. "You are correct, and I can think of no better candidate then yourself Michael, you are the Brotherhoods newest Sentinel, I was the first to receive that rank. It is a prestigious rank, you are the fourth Sentinel, wear the title with honor my son." said Sarah. "I will mother, I will." replied Michael.

She grabbed the intercom mic and began to speak into it, "Lyons Pride please report to the Great Hall, those who were invited to join on the Manhattan Project must also come to the Great Hall, Elder Lyons out."

Ryuji Otogi - Citadel :August 1st, 2310:

Ryuji sat quietly in his office as he read a note from the Scribes at R&D. Ryuji, stated the note, picked up this gun in an underground armory. Seems to be top-of-the-line, experimental stuff. Figured you'd probably want to check it out. The Inquisitor was incredibly satisfied with the rifle's condition, and leaned it against his desk, after he checked that the rifle's scope was properly calibrated. As he waited for Lyons' call, Ryuji went back to filing a stack of boring, though descriptive, interrogation reports. Gah, I could be doing much better things.... Through a kind twist of fate, Elder Lyons chose to speak up over the intercom at that very moment. Thanks to his high rank and the perks it entailed, Ryuji was among the few members who could freely move through the Brotherhood; as such, Ryuji had leaped at the chance to head up to New York. The young Inquisitor was getting sick of a complete lack of duties for him to attend to; after securing much of the power in the Capital Wasteland, the Brotherhood was facing a severe shortage of serious foes. As such, when the BoS began to move North, Ryuji had quickly attached himself to the mission; the Inquisitor knew that he could help provide much needed intelligence on the dangerous area (or at least cause others to).

Ryuji grabbed his weapon, a few belts of ammo, and after securing the gear, ran out of his office towards the Great Hall of the Citadel. As he ran, the servos on his suit of armor began to power up; soon he was racing through the halls at insane speeds. The Inquisitor quickly arrived at the Great Hall, screeched to a halt, and stepped inside.

Knight-Sergeant Caffren Mackoll - Citadel, 01 Aug 2310

Mackoll was in the Citadel-Laboratory, bent over a disassembled DKS-501, when he heard the sonorous voice of Elder Lyons over the intercom.

“Lyons Pride please report to the Great Hall, those who were invited to join on the Manhattan Project must also come to the Great Hall, Elder Lyons out.”

Manhattan Project, eh? It’s about bloody time, Mackoll thought as he reassembled the sniper rifle with practiced ease. Being a member of the Lyons' Den was a privilege, certainly, but recently they’ve had a lot of downtime. Sure, he split his time between his projects in the Lab and training Initiates at the Bailey. But he had been itching to get back out in the field as of late.

Looking around, he spotted a group of idle Squires by the back wall; Mackoll beckoned for one of them to come over. “Squire Vargas, I have a task for you. Deliver this rifle to Paladin Griffin in B-Ring. And tell him that if he doesn’t take better care of his gear, I will have to ‘whip’ some more caution into him. Off you go.”

With that task done, he changed out of his borrowed Scribe robes and into his stone gray combat armor. Passing by the today’s Scribe-in-charge, thanking him for letting him use the Lab’s gear, Mackoll then entered A-Ring and headed for the Great Hall.

James Steel

James heard the intercom and 4 paladins walk up and bang on his door Shouting "STEEL GET UR ASS UP". He stands his chains rattling in the dark and a shimmer of a red light in the dark where the explosive collar around his neck was. The paladins open the door and walk in the room the lights come on and one paladin shoves him out of the room and 4 heavely armed guards wait at the end of the hall aiming there weapons on him.

He smirks at the sight of how scared they look as they approached them they open the door and he is escorted down to the Great Hall where he sits with the guards all on the ready to soot him if he moves

Citadel, 1st of October 2310
"Lyons Pride please report to the Great Hall, those who were invited to join on the Manhattan Project must also come to the Great Hall, Elder Lyons out"

Emily slowly got up from her bed, she looked up at the intercom.

"Oh, Sarah I'm trying to have my beauty sleep" said Emily to the intercom.

She walked over to a closet and put on her body suit she then put on her power armour and got her helmet and put it on. Emily left her room and went to find Star-Paladin Sharp.

August 1st 2310, The Great Hall, D.C. Citadel


"Harris, its time." said Paladin Adams. Colt nodded, picked up his pack, and headed towards the Great Hall. Adams followed him, the man was his own personal gaurd. Being a captain had many priveleges. The Manhatten Project had been on his mind since he had been assigned the task the month before. He was most likely assigned the mission due to his reconaissance skills, which would be helpful in scouting the raiders. He was also quite skilled with a sniper, which was now lying cozily in his footlocker. Now was his time to shine.

As he approached the great hall he nodded to several of the gaurds and then took a seat in the corner of the room.

Jakub Warner - Outside the Citadel

Jakub was running outside the Citadel, he'd jump from broken, beat down cars in the lot doing hand stands and balancing himself on rails. He walked by the walls and seen a ledge of metal sticking out from the wall and the columns of steel supporting the wall of the Citadel. He ran up grabbing the piece of metal and jumping to the support column and slipping down, Hurting his butt. - Damn, one of these days I will climb this wall... - He said to himself. He began to walk back to the doors and seen the Trooper on sentry duty guard the door. The intercom beside it spoke "Lyons Pride please report to the Great Hall, those who were invited to join on the Manhattan Project must also come to the Great Hall, Elder Lyons out.” - Jakub hurried to the door.

"Um... Can you get this open? I have to go to the Great Hall." Jakub spoke.
"Yeah, but your not Lyon's pride. I remember when we first brought you into this place. I would have killed you or made you go through the boot camp training we make our prisoners do, but nooo... Sarah Lyons see's something in you.. a scoundrel." the Trooper spoke. "Um, I believe you have to Adress her by 'Elder Lyons' Sir, and I may not be in the Pride, but I have the feeling she will induct me into the Pride before we leave, and besides, I have been invited to go on the Manhatten Project, whilst you have to do sentry duty. Now open this door!" Jakub spoke again, the angst in his voice, and the readiness and the belief he will make it drove him ever so anxious. The trooper opened the door and he bolted off to the Great Hall.

Running through the courtyard, he opened the door and ran down the stairs and ran up the side of the wall for fun and almost tripped going down the last side of the stars. He slowed and started walking, he neared the Great Hall but hesitated to go on further. He stopped for a moment to catch his breathe and collect himself, in hope that he will possible be inducted into the pride and approved by Elder Lyons to go on the Manhatten Project.

Charlie Moore

We had arrived in New York two months earlier, the trip had been long and hard, and the first few weeks setting up a camp where even worse. Now for the following weeks had also all been long tedious and the same, my schedule consisted of waking up at six, moving to the mess hall, if you could even call it that, for it was really only a bunch of tables under a canvas propped up by sticks, and eat. Then I would change into a suit of T-45d Powered Armour and lift supplies off of the incoming caravans, and put them into their respective locations. After that we would have a dinner at six, then time off until as late as ten, then we would retire to our barracks, and sleep. Occasionally there would be a small raid of the walled camp, but not often.

Today was nothing special, no raiders, no special deliveries, no higher ups landing in vertibirds, and it sure wasn’t Christmas, just another [censored] day in the Brotherhood. It was days like these that came around often that made me regret my decision to leave the gang life and end up working here, the other option was to sign on in a scouting party, but I did not wanna [censored] die either, so I just kept lifting boxes of ammunition, and food, and other supplies, all day.

The hours in the day slowly faded away and dinner came and went. My suit of armour was returned to the quartermaster, and me and couple of the other members of my unit played poker until twelve, before I finally decided it was time to sleep, so I could repeat the dreadful process over again.

Ross was sitting at an old bus stop right outside the Citidel. He was gazing at the city full of monuments and buildings."I wonder what new york will be like", he said. Suddenly, the intercom blasted."Report to the Citidel." Already?, Ross thought. picking up his rifle, he entered the citidel and hurried to his dorm. He quickly zipped up in his T-51b armor and grabbed his Medic-custom T-45 helmet. He was issued to be in CHarlie, and serve as a medic for his group, for he could "fix" things, but when he said that to his captain, he ment mechanical work, not bones. Oh well he thought. Hurrying on his suit, he rushed to the meeting, suffling pre-war postcards of New York, the place he was to go to.

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Citadel, 1st of October 2310
Emily found Sharp in the training hall, he was stripped down to his pants. Emily walked up to him.

"Hey, handsome we need to go to the Great hall something about the Manhattan Project" said Emily.

Sharp nodded and with Emily left the training hall and headed into the Great hall.

Jacob Anderson:Brotherhood Embassy

I stood guard outside the embassy. Another Brotherhood solider stood next to me. Her black hair tucked away under a Combat helmet.

"So, Honey." I said charismatically "You and I do something later?"

"What do you have in mind?" She giggled.

"Well, we could go to a abandoned house. Have a little evening to ourselves." I said, rubbing my foot in the gravel.

"Sounds fun." She said. I grinned and turned back to the street. It was filled with people moving caravans, mostly brotherhood caravans bringing food, water, ammunition, and other random supplies. I saw a man slowly approach the Concrete building that was the Embassy.

"Sir, stop." I said, raising my rifle.

"[censored] the Brotherhood!" He screamed, pulling out a 10mm Submachine gun. I didn't want to fire. But, I had to. I shot him twice in the head and once in the heart. His head, burst open, his chest full of blood.

"CLEAN THIS [censored] UP!" someone screamed. Two men ran over and threw the body into a building. They threw water on the blood spot

"Good enough." One chuckled.

"God, when will night come." I said. The woman guard giggled and looked back to the city.

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