About the Brotherhood
- Camp Venture: Command center, on the table.
Taggerdy: Thank you, Captain. It's just us.
Maxson: Lizzy. What's on your mind?
Taggerty: A Brotherhood of Steel? What's that even mean? The men over here are confused.
Maxson: We need to do something bold. We can't just stay the US Army. What's going to happen, and this is only a matter of time, is some general, or some goddamned politician is going to exit a Vault and start ordering us around. And worse they'll order some grunt to start the whole damned cycle again. Another wave of nuclear death. And if that's not enough they'll do it again. You know they will, Lizzy. It ends with us. We won't let them.
Taggerty: I... I understand. But a Brotherhood? Knights? I'm supposed to call you, what, Elder?
Maxson: Words have power, Lizzy. They build identity. They take on a meaning if you keep using them, even if it didn't exist to begin with. It was the Knights and Scribes after the fall of Rome that protected what was left of Western civilization. So we are the new Knights and our role is similar. But we'll need more than names. We'll need new traditions, our own, well, mythology. Something people can believe to their core.
Taggerty: Is this necessary?
Maxson: What else can I do? Declare myself President? Make you a Senator? Look around. Something's killing us more than the rads and freaks out there. Depression. People have lost everyone. Every goddam soul. Wives, kids, loved ones, heck even the mailman. We need to replace it with something otherwise people's souls will wither. We'll be little more than walking dead men.
Taggerty: I'll do my best to see the orders carried out, sir.
Maxson: Give it time, Lizzy. People have a hunger to believe in something. Just let them work their way to it.