[A/N: Longer Chapter to make up for the one that was shorter]

ln the middle of a fenced-in arena of a crossroad, a crowd of people were cheering as two men fought with nothing but their fists.

One was Kyle, wearing nothing but his reinforced Vault suit, and the other was a Chinese man named Lo Pan.

The two exchanged blows, Kyle who has gone through this fight many times has long since memorized all of Lo Pan's moves and tricks.

Throwing a punch towards Kyle's face, Kyle redirected the punch away from his face, and sent a devastating punch back, knocking Lo Pan to the ground.

Gritting his teeth in anger, a smile suddenly forms on Lo Pan's face as he says, "Oh my, look what I found!"

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a gun!

Knowing this was coming, Kyle charged forward and kicked the gun out of Lo Pan's hand, before landing a devastating kick on Lo Pan's head, knocking him out.

However, Kyle wasn't going to let him live, he walked over to the gun and shot Lo Pan in the head before walking out of the arena.

The people around him were quiet, but it didn't matter, with the issue now resolved between Lo Pan and the Dragon, the two Martial Artists of Chinatown.

Walking up to Dragon, the defender of the people and teacher to the weak, Kyle listened to Dragon as he thanked him, "Lo Pan is dead! I have you to thank, I am sure. Now I am confident that my school will lead our fighting style into the future!"

"Great, see you later," Kyle replied.

"Stay safe Disciple!"

Kyle received enough experience to level up, putting his new skill points into robotics.

Not only did Kyle take on this quest to get a good amount of experience points, but also because it was good practice.

Some time ago Kyle had been taught by Dragon and learned his techniques, now every time he died he came back to hone his skills further.

Leaving the city, he hopped in a hidden HIghwayman, a car he makes sure to obtain every playthrough due to its speed and durability.

Heading north, he soon arrived not far from the gate of camp Navarro at the service station, the forward operating base of the Enclave.

Hopping out of the car, a man in purple robes stepped forward.

"Howdy stranger! Whoa, baby! Check out that set of wheels. I haven't seen one of those in years! What can old Chris do for you?"

"I am here to join the Enclave, can you direct me to the front gate?" Kyle asked.

"Join up? You're a tribal! What makes you think they'd want a tribal?" The man asked, annoyed.

"I'm serious, I am looking to join the Enclave," Kyle told the man, while discreetly reaching for his gun, in case he failed to convince the man.

"Wait a minute...Are you trying to say you're one of the Enclave Replacements?" The man asked, confused.

"That's right."

He examined Kyle, before saying, "Damn, I am sorry about the hassle. I'm supposed to clear a bunch of newbies coming through here but I got to weed out the trash. Anyway, just go up to the gate through the woods there, and give 'em the password. It's 'Sheepshead.' Oh, and stay on the path!"

"Thanks, Do you mind if I leave my car here?" Kyle asked.

"Sure, just make sure to come get it before the end of the day, otherwise I'll have to have to remove it," Chris replied, going back into his shed.

Walking through the woods, Kyle soon came across a gate guarded by Turrets and Power Armored Guards.

"Halt! This is federal property - no admittance without proper authorization," The Guard Stated.

"I am a new recruit, the password is Sheepshead," Kyle said, getting straight to the point.

"One moment," He raised he looked back to the other Guard who gave a nod, "Okay, you check out. Report to the Drill Cheif. Go through the gate, past the kennel, and it's the first door on the right," The Guard instructed.

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"Yes, sir!"

Walking through the gate, Kyle walked past the Kennel and opened the first door.

Stepping inside revealed a man reading through papers.

Not looking up he said, "Welcome to Camp Navarro. So you're the new replacement..." He looked up, jumping up from his chair, "You are out of uniform, Soldier! Where is your power armor?!"

"I was not issued any Power Armor, Sergeant!" Kyle firmly replied, standing at attention.

"Don't have it? You expect me to believe that, Maggot?! The truth is, you lost an expensive piece of army-issued equipment! That suit is going to come out of your pay, and you will remain in this man's army until you are five hundred and ten years old! Which is the number of years it will take for you to pay for a Mark II Powered Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!"

"Yes, Sergeant!"

Quickly leaving the room so as to not anger him further, Kyle followed the path he memorized, heading into the canteen and heading down to the basement of the camp through the freight elevator.

Walking over to the armory, Kyle approached the Quartermaster.

"Sir!"

"Yes?" The Quartermaster asked looking through papers, before looking up, "What can I do for you Private?"

"I need an issue of Mark II Power Armor, a weapon, and ammo!" Kyle answered.

Grabbing some papers from a nearby desk, he handed them to Kyle and told him to fill the papers out.

Doing so, he was able to grab and equip himself with a Plasma Rifle and power Armor, and he discreetly looted the armory of its explosives and grabbed a Gauss Pistol.

Walking out of the Armory, Kyle checked the time before taking a turn and walking down a hallway where an Enclave Guard in Power Armor was waiting outside the door.

"Halt, what's your business here?"

"Cleaning staff," Kyle said, calmly walking towards the Guard.

"Cleaning? Where's your cart? And why are you still in your power armor? You realize it will be harder to clean with that on, right?"

Suddenly Kyle dashed forward, combat knife in hand, Before the Guard could react Kyle used the Power Armor's strength combined with his maxed strength stat to grab a hold of the Guard's helmet and live it up, before brutally stabbing his knife as far as it would go, causing it to go right through his throat.

It was one of the few weak points of Power Armor.

The Armor acted a lot like a crab's shell, the joints were the weakest points, and the armor couldn't protect everywhere, especially in the places where people needed to be the most flexible, such as the neck for example.

As the man dropped his gun and grabbed his neck, Kyle grabbed his weapon and kicked him to the side.

He didn't have much time now, and that Guard was going to bleed out, luckily, Kyle managed to cut his vocal cords so he couldn't scream, or try to anyway, kind of hard to do that with your esophagus becoming filled with blood that slowly flooded your lungs.

Taking a deep breath, Kyle suddenly charged at the metal door, using his superhuman strength that was enhanced by the power armor to burst right through, and with a split second, began charging at the Commander of the Base who had already set the alarm off.

It wouldn't take long for Enclave Soldiers to rush to the office, so Kyle had to make this quick.

Pulling out a Plasma Pistol, Kyle managed to dodge the first couple of shots due to the Gun's notorious accuracy before getting hit, that didn't stop him from charging forward and tacking the Commander down to the ground however, where he used the same trick to stab the commander in the throat.

Quickly getting up to leave the Commander to die a slow and painful death, he rushed over to the Terminal put in the password he spent countless hours attempting to learn, and changed the targeting parameters of the Turrets of the base.

Screams began to echo out from the halls as Turrets dropped down from the ceiling and began blasting all Enclave soldiers, scientists, and personel.

Grabbing the FOB for the Tanker, he then set the Turrets to remain in Emergency mode indefinitely before arming the explosives he grabbed from the Armory placing them around the office, and set them to go off within five minutes.

Knowing reinforcements would be here within the hour from the Oil Rig, he had to make his escape fast, otherwise, they would catch him.

Rushing out of the office he got shot at by a variety of turrets due to their targeting parameters before he made it to the lab, where a doctor was hiding.

With no hesitation, he killed the doctor.

While it may have seemed cruel, the Doctor was a madman, torturing captives, running horrifying experiments, and so much more, and his name was Dr. Schreber.

Grabbing a blue key card, he walked over to a nearby locked door and opened it.

Stepping out of the cell, was a Deathclaw, one standing at 10 feet in height...

[A/N: Yeah...apparently Deathclaws in Fallout 2 are between 9-10 Feet in height, with Frank Horrigan being even taller than them...]

"Are you the one that caused the commotion?" An Aged voice came from the Deathclaw.

"I am, how do you feel about becoming free? And perhaps helping me kick Enclave Ass?" Kyle asked, a smirk forming under his helmet.

Meet Xarn, an Intelligent Deathclaw that belongs to a small group of Intelligent Deathclaws hiding away in a vault.

"Can I join you too? Now that my master is dead?" Another voice spoke out, revealing it to be a cyber dog that had its legs removed.

"Sure, the more the merrier," Kyle replied.

Leaving the lab, Kyle covered the cyber dog, protecting it from the turrets, as the three quickly escaped the passageway that led to the trapdoor in the shack at the service station.

Kyle climbed up the ladder and put down the cyber dog.

"Xarn won't be able to fit through here, so we will have to go through the freight elevators in the camp and fight or sneak our way out, once we do that, we will grab you on the way out.

If for some reason we can't reach you, I want you to stay quiet in the place I hide you, and I will sneak back in to grab you, okay? Stay strong, we will be back soon," Kyle told the intelligent Cyber Dog before leaving.

Climbing back down the ladder, he looked at Xarn.

"Are you ready?" Kyle asked.

"I can't wait," The Deathclaw chuckled.

"Good, here's the plan, Once we are up there, we will charge straight for the gate, with the Turrets active, the Base will be in chaos, and while I may be able to get past the soldiers with ease, they will shoot you on sight.

So, I will draw their attention and once you get out, I want you to escape to your tribe and convince them it's not safe there anymore, I may have killed the Doctor, but It's still possible the Enclave already has the data and is heading for your family, so you will need to be quick. If you need a place to hide, go to Broken Hills, Marcus the Sheriff will help."

"Thank you, and I will, it will be an honor fighting with you, Stranger," Xarn thanked me.