Community:BOS Ghost Company

BOS Ghost Company is a Discord-based Fallout community.

Background
Hello, Wastelanders I am Elder Ghost of the Brotherhood of Steel Ghost Company. We are here to restore our great nation back to its former glory. Our Elder has a set mission, we are here to respond and place permanent roots in Appalachia. Don’t worry Wastelanders the brotherhood is here. Let’s take back America!

About

 * New Player Friendly (Xbox)[17+] (MIC)
 * Helpful/ Friendly Players
 * Daily Event Teams
 * Roleplay Events
 * Custom War Games
 * Story Base Roleplay
 * Ranking System

Lore
“All heads, report to my office.” the Elder says over the intercom. It was rather common for the Elder to make announcements, but this time was different. He sounded a way that no one could recall him sounding before. Worried. The Elder sits at his desk, anxiously tapping a pen. The door opens and, in a line, four men walk in. These men all seemed so different that you would never think them to be colleagues, or even know each other. The only similarity they had was that they all sported the same logo. The logo of the Brotherhood. The men quickly find their seats, and simultaneously, the Elder pulls out a tape recorder and begins recording. “Ahem. The date is static and this is Colonel-“ Theres a very short pause. “Sorry, Elder James “Ghost” Warren, of the Brotherhood of Steel: Ghost Company, and I’m joined by Sentinel Logis “Silas” Vulcan, Head Paladin Adam, Head Knight Topside, and Head Scribe Boothe.” There’s a short pause, and the Sentinel begins talking. “If you don’t mind me asking, why did you ask for us, Elder? Is my training not hard enough?” “What is it Ghost?” the Head Paladin asks. The Elder pulls a small box of holo-tapes from his desk and begins speaking. “Well, I was just given a transmission sheet from Appalachia.” Almost the instant he’s finished talking, Head Knight speaks up. “Is it that “Rahmani” nerd requesting backup?” A light chuckle falls over the room. “I like her morals, but I feel she’s Humanitarian than Brotherhood.” Head Scribe adds. “No. The message is cutoff, but I think you all will find the contents rather interesting.” the Elder says. He stands up and passes each of the men a holo-tape, and sits back down. The holo-tapes are titled “Unknown contact to lost hills”. He puts the tape into his pip-boy and what follows is played aloud. ”This is Paladin Rahmani reporting in- to hell with this!” Theres a loud noise, then static. The Elder stops the transmission, and the Sentinel begins to speak. “I have a bad feeling about this, Elder, Sir.” “Yeah, I won’t deny it, even I’m slightly concerned.” the Head Paladin adds. “What exactly is this, Ghost?” the Head Scribe inquires. The Elder pauses for a moment and begins to speak. “Well, the High Elder thinks that Rahmani intentionally cut comms with us.” he says, with a sigh. A loud silence falls over the room, and for a moment, you could hear a pin drop. “If that’s true, she broke “the chain that binds” and failed to report to her commanding officer,” the Sentinel finally says. “I was kidding about the whole backup thing by the way,” the Head Knight says with a nervous chuckle. “We have rules, and I doubt that she would have broken them,” Head Paladin says, with a sort of fake confidence. “What do you think, Ghost?” the Head Scribe questions. The Elder takes a second and finally begins to speak. “I’m in agreement with the High Elder. That’s why he sent a whole chapter to continue the mission and investigate what happened; to decide if she needed to be arrested or even executed.” “How long before we leave?” the Head Scribe asks. “A week,” the Elder replies. The Head Knight looks at the Elder. “How many are we taking?” he asks. “As many as we need. I’m thinking, roughly, 20 men and women,” says the Elder. The Sentinel shakes his head. “We’ll need more than that,” he states, matter-of-factly. “Do we have to?” the Head Paladin finally asks. “Why doesn’t the High Elder just send a small team?” “I asked the same questio-“ the Elder begins, but is quickly cut off. From behind the men is a loud, booming voice. “I want it done right. You are the best we have, and this is a difficult task.” The men all spin around, startled and quickly recognize the man speaking. It’s the High Elder. Not soon after realizing this, they all scramble to their feet in an attempt to stand at attention. “At ease,” the High Elder coos. The men all fall to parade rest, a sense of relief stretch across each of them. “I know Elder Ghost will lead you to hell and back, demonstrating our values and protecting the innocent from the dangers of technology all along the way. As a bonus, you all perform with a stand-up level of excellency,” he says, his voice sincere, but stern. Elder Ghost looks at the High Elder. “Thank you, Sir.” The High Elder shoots Elder Ghost the slightest wink and smiles. “Ad Victoriam, Brothers!” he yells. “Ad Vicroriam!” they all reply, in perfect unison.