Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151213233536/@comment-5543592-20151213235926

(Ending Theme)

Rook shielded Morgan with his arm when the debris of the Empire State Building came down, even though it wasn't necessary. Nothing came close.

When the fire finally died, he found himself smiling, that familiar lion's grin of his back on his face.

They weren't safe. Safety was an illusion. He'd been fed that since his creation. When a Courser, hunting down runaway synths and human targets: trust no one. When on the run himself, sneaked out by a mysterious benefactor, he was told: trust no one. Even Hamilton himself, the last thing he had said to Rook: trust no one.

Yeah, Rook found himself mysteriously happier than he had been in a long time. He supposed this is what it felt like to be a hero. He and Morgan had done this. They'd saved everyone. They'd assembled a team and, as shakey as it had been, how impossible they knew it was, they'd done. A woman and a machine, staring out with nothing more than a leather jacket, a pistol, and a handful of explosives.

They descended upon Broadway and explained what they'd done, told everyone of their dead. No one quite believed them at first, and they were still quite wanted, but Rook had both the fire power and the footage to back up what they were saying.

Ania Ray didn't dare touch them.

Morgan took steps to further her project of solar power for the entire city. Once she and Rook had finally completed her solar panels, the two began to repair the cities power grid, gradually bringing the once great metropolis back online. They struck it rich when the the supply of power for Broadway fell to them- solar paneling was much more reliable than exterior generators. Rook, concerned with Morgan's safety, commissioned a private army of robots for her- along with her own Securitron bodyguard. He explained that it was an adequate replacement for him, to which Morgan responded that nothing could replace him. That left Rook trying to explain that, as a synth, it in fact was entirely possibly, and she ended up having to drag him down to a kiss to silence him.

Rook took the initiative to began cleaning the city of it's scum. During most night hours he would scour the city in his armor, wiping out raider gangs and super mutant tribes, and securing settlements, helping them run power lines back to the "Jones Panel Complex" at Broadway. He ended up having to change his face, for when people saw it, as he couldn't risk being recognized by an agent of the Institute. Morgan had minded, for some reason- he had made certain it was an improvement. They disabled his manual commands receiver and made Morgan the only authorized user to tamper with his software. He was extra cautious to not let anything like what happened with the Governor or Naomi occur again.

Morgan had fulfilled dream of bringing power to the Wasteland, but still questioned her fortune over others, wondering what made her special. In answer, Rook had taken her to a bed and proved she was.

In the end, Rook had concluded that living a normal life, being happy with Morgan, not killing things just for his own survival, is what really made him whole. Destroying the greatest psychotronic device in the Wasteland had not been the end of things, didn't speak "It's over." like Hamilton had after he had slain Garry. It was simply a grand opening to a new beginning for the Empire Wasteland. Because although war never changes, most things do.