Year 2281 - Atlantic Ocean. The Enclave submarine cuts through radioactive waves at full speed, its steel hull crashing against the storm above the surface. Red warning lights pulse across the deck while black smoke trails behind damaged exhaust towers. Phase II is already active. Nobody onboard speaks about it anymore. Deep below the command deck, sealed inside reinforced containment chambers, rests the cargo that survived the old world: Pure F.E.V.-2. Not weaponized. Not modified. Untouched. High above the ocean, rotor blades thunder through the rain as a lone Vertibird of the Brotherhood of Steel locks onto the submarine’s signal. Static erupts through the radio room. Then a calm voice finally breaks the noise. “Unknown Enclave vessel… this is Brotherhood Paladin John.” The bridge falls silent. “You will cut engines immediately and prepare for boarding.” Only the storm answers at first. Then the submarine transmits a single sentence back through layers of distorted static: “If you understood what Phase II really is… you would help us protect it.” “Negative. Mutants are not humanity’s future… and you are living proof of that, Commander Stahl.” "How do you know my name?! The answer was short and clear: “Your name came from SUNAR .” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
