Fallout Tactics intro

Warâ€¦ war never changes. It was the inevitable result of the path humanity had chosen. Everyone who entered into the conflict expected victory. Everyone was optimistic. But as the hostilities escalated, optimism faded and society began to collapse.

The great Vaults were built to house the wealthy, the powerful, the influential and those due necessary for their survival. Inside resources and technology were stockpiled, a final defense against the coming holocaust. With the past behind them, the present destroyed. They looked to the future.

This sturdy Vault Zero was to be the nucleus of the vault network housing the greatest leaders, artists and scientists. The inhabitants of Vault Zero were to reunite the vaults and lead the people to a new life and a new world. Then after the bombs, the world would be a harsh one. To ensure the creation of a post-nuclear utopia, the vault dwellers will need help. Machinery was constructed to tame a land hardened by the ravages of war, then tempered by nuclear winter. The plans were barely in placed when the first missiles left the silos. During the destruction, communications between the vaults ceased. Entire vaults were lost; those that survived were on their own.

Not all vaults succumbed to the machinations of war. On North America west coast, one group of military vault dwellers emerged almost unscathed. They surveyed the wastelands and squared their shoulders for the task ahead. These dedicated survivors salvaged the technology from the vaults. The technology was studied, replicated and fiercely guarded. For they knew while their power came from numbers, their future lay in scientific knowledge. In time, they formed the Brotherhood of Steel.

The brotherhood used their knowledge to drive back the atrocities of the wastelands. They proclaimed themselves as â€˜The Technological Saviors of Mankindâ€™. They scoured the land in search of more technology, raiding mutant camps, bandit towns and broken remains of the vaults. Even they could not keep paced with the high toll demanded by life in the wastelands.

The Brotherhood found themselves at odds with their need for new blood versus their code of technological secrecy. The debate went lightly. Finally, the elders ruled against sharing the technology with outsiders, convinced that they would endure what they had before. Further discussion was discouraged and the elders ordered the minority on a mission across the wastes. Super mutants, the foot soldiers of a conquered army had been forced into retreat across the mountainous barrier to the east. The Brotherhood constructed airships and dispatched the minority to track down and access to the extent of the remaining super mutant threat.

But disaster struck while crossing the great mountains. A great storm broke the main airship and flung it far from its course. The mighty airship was badly damaged. The smaller sections were torn from the main craft and never to be seen again. Many of the expedition leaders were lost to the winds. The fraction of the crew that still survived, struggled to keep their ship aloft before finally crashing on the outskirts of a once thrived metropolis. A city once called â€˜Chicagoâ€™. Broken, scattered and scared. They took stock of the situation and once again squared their shoulders to the task ahead. The Brotherhood had much to offer to the surrounding villages. They traded advanced medicine in exchange for food and labor. They also traded protection against bandits for new recruits. In time, their ranks began to swell.

Separated by distance and ideology from the main Brotherhood forces. The minority was free to forge a new â€˜Brotherhood of Steelâ€™. One that reflected on the ideals that they strived for all along. However, oneâ€™s life in the wastelands is never certain. For an old power has awakened and also bend on making this land its own. Life in the Brotherhood is about to changeâ€¦