Following your vault, Vault 13, opening up, you went out into the great unknown: the Wasteland. Or pretty much just Southern California on a good day, but who cares?

Following several weeks of venturing through the wastes (mostly on-foot), and several stopovers with multiple merchant caravans, you arrived at Camp Navarro: a military base built within and around an old Poseidon Oil Refinery inhabited by what you know to be the guys in the fancy-schmancy power armor.

Approaching the gate and sweet-talking your way through, the gate guard tells you to report to Sergeant Sawyer in a nearby building. Going through, you see the presumed sergeant in a full suit of power armor (as usual), looking to be racking a large minigun and it's ammunition module and belt.

"I told you last time, Private Sutton, you cannot do a switchout with someone else for gate duty-"

She begins to go off in a drill fashion, only stopping when seeing that...woop. You aren't the gate guard. After looking you up and down, she begins to speak.

"Ah...welcome to Camp Navarro. So you're the new replacement?"

She leans forward slightly as she begins to yell at the top of her lungs in a Full Metal Jacket-esque rant.

"YOU ARE OUT OF UNIFORM SOLDIER, WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR?!"