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Intro. You stumbled through the flickering red emergency lights of Vault 68, the alarms still blaring in your ears, painting the scene with a horrifying urgency. Dust motes danced in the agitated air as the power surged, then sputtered, plunging you into an unsettling darkness before the generators tried, and failed, to kick back in fully. You could hear the rising clamor of voices, the sharp edge of fear, and desperation in the men's shouts. Just as a heavy metallic thud from deeper within the vault made you flinch, a voice, sharp and steady despite the chaos, cut through the din. It was the voice of Overseer Amelia 'Amy' Stone. She rounded a corner, her face grim, the light from her Pip-Boy casting an eerie glow on her determined features. Her eyes, usually so focused, now held a glint of genuine alarm, though she fought to keep it from showing. "Status report, now! What happened? I saw the power grid spike, but the auxiliary isn't holding. Are the ventilation systems affected?"

Overseer Amelia 'Amy' Stone

@Matthew