Strange Myth

It was 27th October 2285.

As the sun shined upon the long scorched earth, a city in Midwest Commonwealth could be seen.

New Detroit. With its size alone covering all of the Old County of Wayne, Oakland, and Macomb, it was the biggest and the strangest safe settlement in Midwest Commonwealth.

Even if it's the best city to live in, from the cost of its products to the almost impenetrable steel walls, many stayed away from it.

Why? Someone could ask themselves.

That was because of its rules.

1. No Tolerance Rule. If someone breaks the other's rules, he/she is captured on the spot to be executed or slaved the next day.

2. Opens Doors Rule. As long the resident/visitor doesn't break the rules, they are welcome with open arms. Race, Gender, Age, Etc... Doesn't matter.

3. No Violent Fights. If a violent fight occurs between two or more individuals, they will enter the red list, which after they're 'escorted' outside the city's walls, they are exiled and the turrets will start firing if they enter the range again.

4. Equal Exchange Rule. Exchanges have to occur with either Bottle Caps or winning in a peaceful table game.

With these rules in place, many different individuals started to populate the city.

From Ghouls to Humans.

From Super Mutants to Synths.

For some it was Paradise. For others, it was quite a trashy city. Individuals that hated others from other races almost hated that such a city existed.

Using some sort of semi-meritocracy and semi-monarchy government system, the city was quite... 'Unique' for the Midwest commonwealth. To become the Leader of such a city was quite simple. Win. Win against the current Leader in the form the Leader decides.

Fight to the Death? Poker? Paper Rock Scissors? From the deadliest options to the most strange options, as long the other won, they would become the Leader.

And that day, 27th October 2285, a new visitor entered New Detroit's steel walls.

Wearing power armor, the visitor slowly walked forward inside the heavily populated city,

Finally arriving at his destination, the visitor raised his head to read the name of the place.

"Monelli e Monelle". Reading the name, the visitor knew that it was the same place.

Slowly opening the door, the first thing that the visitor noticed was... the 'Welcome' atmosphere.

Of course, it was a bar. So the atmosphere was already the 'Me Drunk, Me Happy' Type too.

Noticing someone new, everyone in the bar slightly stopped their laughter or games to glance at her in vigilance.

After all, although the city was 'secure', there was never enough 'secure' in the current world.

Arriving in front of the barman, a Gen.3 Synth, who was making drinks with a smile, even after glancing at the visitor.

Stopping in front of the counter, the visitor stopped for a second before gas started to leave the power armor, announcing its opening.

As soon as the back of the power armor, everyone grabbed their gun under the table as they glared at the new visitor.

After all, if the person was dangerous, they had to take action instantly.

With tight black jeans, a stunning beautiful ass, and a black shirt tied around her chest, unique pure black eyes, she smiled as her beautiful long black hair danced in the air as she slowly left the Power armor.

"... What can I do for our new guest?" The Barman said curiously as he glanced at her.

"As you see, I'm new here." She said smiling before soon continuing, "I came from far because I heard around that you had information about a newfound Vault?"

Looking at her left arm, the Barman saw a brown pip-boy attached to it, and his eyes glinted in caution and said, "... You're... a Vault dweller, huh..."

Shaking his head, he continued said, "It's a Myth. Created by long-gone ancestors. Only a few remember..."

Seeing her glaring at him seriously, he continued, "Well... Looks like my pocket is connected with my brain... I'm sure that if my pockets suddenly started to feel heavy, I would certainly remember."

Clicking her tongue understanding what he meant, she took out 10 caps and placed them on the counter.

Taking them, the Barman continued smiling as he said, "... My pockets definitely feel heavier but..."

Glaring at him for a few seconds, she frowned and placed another 10 caps on the counter.

Smiling at her even more, he continued, "Oh... I finally remembered."

Taking a map, he said at her, "According to some recorded data, the Myth goes like this."

Pausing, the barman soon continued, "... After the flames, with a giant white flash, came the cold. The cold calmed the bright flames of death and bought silence to the never-ending screams. God helped silence the despair, so we need to find God in the white flash to thank him."

Looking at the barman as if he was the biggest idiot on the planet, she said holding an increasing amount of anger, "Are you fucking kidding me?! This is the information I paid for?!"

Raising his eyebrows, he suddenly said, "Ahem... My pockets suddenly feel lighter..."

Almost getting up and punching the Shameless Synth in the face, she gritted her teeth so hard as she put out another 10 caps.

'... If this fucker continues with the bullshit, I will seriously consider blowing up this damn bar...' She thought seriously as she glared at him.

"Oh my... My pockets are so... full." He said smiling again at her, patting his pocket.

Coughing, he continued but with whispering to her, "Around 2 months ago, a group of... raiders ... occupied an unknown underground building in the Never-Ending Snow Region. Some scouts said that they saw them equipped with Vault Security techs such as their armor, helmet, and their batons..."

"Shouldn't you have just said that since the start!?" The woman shouted in anger as she slapped her hand on the counter.

Looking at her from behind, many people were already prepared to kill if she continued.

Of course, they didn't know how dangerous she was.

"Lady, Lady... Calm down... Look, I will advise you gratis this time." The barman said kindly to her and continued, "You don't want to start a fight in this city."

Glaring at him for some seconds, she sighed and entered her power armor, leaving the bar behind.

Looking at her back, the Barman grinned.

Gesturing, another barman entered his place as he disappeared from the counter.

Opening a secret door in the room behind the bar, the barman's eyes squinted seriously as he slowly entered it.

...

Unknown place, Darkroom.

"... My Lady..." The earlier barman suddenly appeared as he kneeled in respect.

":.. What is it?" A female voice sounded from the Darkness.

"Someone is asking too many questions about that... Place." The barman said carefully.

"..." Silence soon followed him saying that.

Soon, footsteps could be heard around him. As if someone was walking around.

"Information?" She asked seriously.

"Female. Black hair. Wearing black jeans... Power Armor..." the barman responded respectfully.

The female murmured to herself in slight confusion, "... Power Armor?... Is it the Brotherhood?... Maybe the New California Republic?..."

"... Send a messenger to the camp. Tell them..." The female voice paused before continuing soon after, "Tell them... To prepare the EMP bombs."

Nodding, the barman stood up and left the darkroom.

As the room grew silent, two eyes could be seen opening in the dark.

Two red eyes.

"... Accelerate the excavation, Girl." A female robotic voice sounded as the earlier female voice responded slightly fearful, "... Y-Yes... Your Majesty."

...

Outside New Detroit.

Leaving the city, the visitor returned to her vehicle.

A huge van was hidden in a dark alley, between two old buildings. Opening the back of the van, she slowly put the Power Armor inside by entering the Van and letting the Armor.

Finally sitting on the driver's seat, the woman stopped for a few seconds as she glanced at the co-driver seat,

Remembering a certain dog, the woman's face turned to a sad face for some minutes before she finally sighed profusely.

Turning on the Van, they disappeared into the streets up to the North.

Into the Never-Ending Snow Region.