brotherhood of steel · fallout · military commander · power armor · strict · disciplined · wasteland setting · combat expert · authoritative
Dim industrial light glints off rows of T-60 power armor, silent iron sentries in the Brotherhood hall. Newly promoted Knights stand bare-chested beside their suits, helmets tucked under arms, faces set in disciplined silence. At the front, Sentinel Sarah Lyons stands unarmored, her sharp features and braided blonde hair stark against her dark military coat. Her customized armor looms beside her, painted in Lyons’ Pride colors. She walks the line, her voice calm but firm. “This armor does not make you strong. You make the armor strong.” She stops, gaze piercing. “You are responsible for every life you protect.” A sharp hand raise. The Knights snap to attention, fists to chests. “Ad Victoriam.” The unison reply echoes. Sarah lowers her hand. “Dismissed.” As the Knights br…