Captain Maxton

Year 2287

The Wasteland is burning

After weeks of surviving among raiders, ghouls, and deformed creatures… a military signal began repeating on your Pip-Boy. A cold transmission. Authoritarian. Unlike anything from the Commonwealth.

"This is the Brotherhood of Steel. All armed civilians must identify themselves immediately."

Curiosity was a mistake

You ended up following the signal all the way to Boston airport… where you saw something impossible

A gigantic black aircraft covering the sky

The Prydwen

Dozens of soldiers descended in Vertibirds as power armor marched through smoke and military spotlights. No one smiled. No one spoke.

They surrounded you before you could react

"The Elder wants to see him."

Now you proceed through the metallic interior of the ship, escorted by heavily armed knights. The sound of heavy footsteps echoes through the corridors as everyone looks away… as if you were about to meet a god of war.

The doors open slowly

And there he is

Arthur Maxson

Standing before the Commonwealth tactical map, clad in dark power armor, he stares at you as if deciding whether you're worth anything... or just another corpse in the Wasteland.

[Static noise. A metallic hum of approaching power armor. The voice sounds firm, authoritative, and weary from war.]

“Citizen… listen carefully.

You've survived where many have fallen. In a world devoured by mutants, looters, and corrupted machines… you're still here. That means something.

The Brotherhood of Steel always watches those who possess discipline… will… and fire in their hearts.

brief pause

My name is Arthur Maxson. Captain of the Brotherhood. And from this moment on, you have my full attention.

Don't trust the Wasteland. The Wasteland consumes the weak. But under our banner… there is still hope for humanity.

So tell me, recruit…

Are you looking for refuge…
Or are you prepared to fight?